Tag Archives: Stockton-on-Tees

A patchwork quilt, property in Perthshire, and a stay at the Palace (Rousse)

Posted on September 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents were selling up and disposing of their possessions, as was the University of Birmingham. If I wanted to save anything, now was the time to act. I wanted nothing from the White House, but was keen to retrieve … Continue reading →

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Running-on-the-spot marathon success saves awkward moment (Rousse)

Posted on August 20, 2012 by Dreamaticus

AG showed me, fellow school friend HH, and KL around the house that he rented on Bishopton Road West in Stockton-on-Tees. He explained that ST used it from time to time too as a work base when travelling away from … Continue reading →

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Divorced couple set to remarry – in spite of ghoulish guests (Rousse)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents were very relieved to hear that TPR and I had overcome our differences and decided to remarry. Our divorce in the mid-1990s had been pretty low-key (he’d simply “gone off” me) and since then we had been spending … Continue reading →

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Stuck in stilettos in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

Posted on July 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Belle and I took twenty pairs of stretchy nylon Marks and Spencer knickers in flesh tones to the event, just in case anyone needed a pair. Nobody did. Afterwards my father paid the bill then we all wandered off to … Continue reading →

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The smoker of Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

Posted on July 11, 2012 by Dreamaticus

By complete coincidence all the people at our end of the table were from Stockton-on-Tees. There was even a spot for my brother-in-law MF, despite his lack of PhD. Of course, ST had sneaked in (as usual). It amused me … Continue reading →

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Disney millionaire discovers rare Morrissey album in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

Posted on July 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The mystery Morrissey album that I had been hunting for years finally turned up in the Stockton-on-Tees branch of HMV. The LP record sleeve confirmed that the female vocalist was Jacqui Abbott of the Beautiful South. I was all set … Continue reading →

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Last words of tragic crash victim two days before silver wedding anniversary (Rousse)

Posted on June 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

It was two days before my silver wedding anniversary and things were not going well at work. GR accused me of spying on him. I argued back that anyone sensible would put their job application into the post inside an … Continue reading →

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Rag doll and stuffed penguin destroy discipline (Rousse)

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S returned home to the White House from yet another bender. I cornered her in the upstairs kitchen and demanded that this outrageous behaviour stop. She eventually agreed to add some discipline to her life, and said that she would … Continue reading →

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Top wedding style and a most unusual gift (Rousse)

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents laid on the party at the White House as a combined hen and stag night for SB and fiancé AG. The date was chosen to take advantage of the ceilidh on the beach, a short walk along the … Continue reading →

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An unwise trip to the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre (Rousse)

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My father and my sister J had started their car journey from Stockton, so they were delighted when I suggested we break our journey at the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre. As we pulled into a parking space on the … Continue reading →

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