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A dead grandmother, a muscular tramp, and a lost wallet (Rousse)

I spent the night before the dinner at my Granny T’s house. She was looking remarkably well – and indeed fashionable – for someone who had been dead for twenty years. On the evening of the big event itself I … Continue reading

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Bodies discovered after exercise class (Rousse)

Our elderly friends spent their days at their sitting room window watching the neighbourhood. I had a taste of this one day as I observed a group of local women practise yoga and pilates in the street. By the end … Continue reading

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A trip to Thistledown Street (Rousse)

The first thing that I noticed when I turned the corner into the crescent was that the ugly modern lamp-posts had been replaced. The new ones took the form of old-style gas lamps, and looked lovely. Then I spotted the … Continue reading

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Gatecrashers in Hutton Rudby (Rousse)

It turned out that HH did not live on a farm, but in a massive Victorian house on Hutton Rudby High Street. It was here that she was hosting the school reunion. Unfortunately the party proved very popular and before … Continue reading

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Scottish surveillance spooks out in force in Leith (Rousse)

Leith had changed. The streets were lined with beautiful boutiques. Even the charity shops were posh. There were also hundreds of cyclists riding through this smart Edinburgh suburb, proud of their achievement of completing the entire route of the Edinburgh … Continue reading

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When daddy was a school girl (Rousse)

Someone had discovered old video footage of our family and posted it to YouTube. There I was, fourteen years old, dressed in a raspberry cotton two piece peasant dress, arguing with my father. He then stood up and ran off … Continue reading

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Dangerous yellow balls (Rousse)

A swarm of several hundred yellow balls bounced down the street straight towards me. If I wasn’t quick, I’d soon be knocked over and engulfed in plastic.

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Advice from a pale cyclist (Rousse)

I completed the last hundred metres of my morning run and turned the corner into our street. There I found SL with her back against our railings, and her hands clinging onto the handlebars of her red bike. “I think … Continue reading

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The almost bigamist bride (Rousse)

At a workshop organised by JS, and attended by many of my friends (including JM), AC proposed to MSB. To everyone’s complete surprise, she accepted. The next morning at breakfast AC refused his usual steaming cup of coffee for a … Continue reading

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An audience with Paul Weller (Rousse)

Paul Weller was just visible through the sitting room window. He seemed to be singing to himself while all the others at the party were listening to old vinyl records. I signalled to him from the street to join me. … Continue reading

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