Tag Archives: taxi

The mystery murderers of Mull (Rousse)

Posted on July 13, 2015 by Dreamaticus

I raced across the Isle of Mull as fast as I could. I managed to intercept LR just as she was about to climb into a taxi, observed by O and R. The car screeched to a halt, I leapt … Continue reading →

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Salmon in Manchester skies (Rousse)

Posted on February 20, 2015 by Dreamaticus

TPR recommended taking a taxi from Manchester Piccadilly to Manchester Metropolitan University to ensure that I reached campus in time for my 4pm class. We took the one available taxi, even though we were unconvinced that the kindly driver was … Continue reading →

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Unwanted romantic advances, a “lost” suitcase, and death at the fun run (Rousse)

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I’d loved him for some time now, but his drunken advances, although flattering, were not welcome – especially in front of my parents. When he followed me upstairs to my hotel room I was suddenly overcome with a chill of … Continue reading →

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The complexities of catching a train from Carlisle (Rousse)

Posted on September 15, 2014 by Dreamaticus

After a long day chasing over the hills of Northumberland, it was time for us to head north again by train from Carlisle. The taxi that we booked to take us to the station arrived late so it was an … Continue reading →

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Nantes crocodiles, Chinese tourists, and taxi services (Rousse)

Posted on July 18, 2014 by Dreamaticus

When we walked out of Nantes railway station it all came back to me – especially the crocodiles that I used to pet in secret in the middle of the night when I sneaked into the zoo after hours. My … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s one night stand

Posted on April 23, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I had been a faithful wife for almost three decades and now I’d blown it after a brief (but fun) encounter with XY (also married) in the marital bed while TPR was fast asleep along the corridor in the spare … Continue reading →

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Black cab illegally parked in Leith: shoeless couple sought (Rousse)

Posted on April 13, 2014 by Dreamaticus

We were late for our anniversary dinner at the upstairs restaurant on Commercial Street in Leith. I pulled on my pale blue cotton shift dress from Monsoon, and TPR dragged me out of the house. We were in such a … Continue reading →

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Hanky panky in the headmaster’s office (Rousse)

Posted on April 8, 2014 by Dreamaticus

It was my first day back at school and, before lessons even started, I was called into the headmaster’s office for turning up late. I tried to explain that after years of working in academia I was completely unused to … Continue reading →

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London runner saved by the kindness of strangers (Rousse)

Posted on November 14, 2013 by Dreamaticus

TPR ran ahead of me, clearly appalled at my lack of athleticism. If that was how he felt, I would just give up. I stopped for a while and read the discarded Argos catalogue that I picked out of the … Continue reading →

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Jimmy Savile shocker (Rousse)

Posted on November 3, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We climbed out of the taxi and paid the driver, then looked around for our young friend S. It only took a couple of minutes to spot him in the crowd with his mother. But who was that old bloke … Continue reading →

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