Tag Archives: Stockton-on-Tees

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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Hostage taken at the White House: Rousse to the rescue

Posted on February 29, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I could hear my iPhone ringing out, but where was I, and what time of night was this? I pulled myself up in bed to peer into the dark. I was back at the White House in my childhood bedroom. … Continue reading →

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Stockton-on-Tees welcomes Dreamaticus fans (Rousse)

Posted on February 21, 2012 by Dreamaticus

By now Dreamaticus was a popular tourist attraction. Coach parties travelled to Stockton-on-Tees to learn about its beginnings on Darlington Road, and the vital roles of the 224 and 268 buses. Today my school friend KM (now KC) led another … Continue reading →

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A mother’s secret career and further clues of the Baby Ted graveyard (Rousse)

Posted on December 20, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The party of external examiners included an elderly man from Sheffield University, a woman from Loughborough, and a dark-haired systems librarian called Mike Hirst. They all seemed friendly enough although none were interested enough to acknowledge (or perhaps question) who … Continue reading →

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A spot from which to watch the boys go by (Rousse)

Posted on November 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I peered through the bannister spindles at the top of the stairs at the White House, watching the men arrive. I was terribly excited because amongst them were some of the boys who had not made it to the recent … Continue reading →

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Debbie Harry impersonator stars at isolated Yorkshire guest house (Rousse)

Posted on September 1, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The isolated guest house on the North Yorkshire moors was well-known for its strict graduate-only entry policy. I travelled there by car with Belle and a stranger. We couldn’t compete with his credentials as a UCL-based Jane Austen expert with … Continue reading →

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Dog and documentation disaster (Rousse)

Posted on August 31, 2011 by Dreamaticus

As EH passed the Patch the Jack Russell terrier over to me in the office I worked out that he must be at least 35 years old. He also a long way from his home with the S family in … Continue reading →

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Flood, fire and knitting (Rousse)

Posted on June 24, 2011 by Dreamaticus

Although our house was not as grand as those of our neighbours with their massive tiled entrance halls, I was still distraught to learn that it had been damaged by a combination of flood and fire. Especially annoying was that … Continue reading →

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