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Fried eggs and a friendship fractured (Rousse)

My friendship with Belle was over, and it was all my fault. I invited two extra women that I barely knew to visit, even though Belle was meant to be my guest of honour. At the time we were also … Continue reading

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Doing the dirty work for HR (Rousse)

I was the toast of our HR department. WT congratulated me on having persuaded a hopeless colleague to give up a role for which he was clearly unsuited. It now looked like I was going to be asked to complete … Continue reading

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Strange happenings at the University of Newcastle recall scenes from 1984 (Rousse)

TPR and I called in for breakfast at my sister S’s hall of residence at Newcastle University. Each morning Barton Hall put out an elaborate spread for its undergraduates and I couldn’t resist returning to the buffet for yet another … Continue reading

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Mislabelled marmalade crisis (Rousse)

I sat down to breakfast at my parents’ mansion. I was finally beginning to warm to the place now that I understood it layout, and was accustomed to the tourists who peered in to observe us every day. When I … Continue reading

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From danger in the Scottish hills to a ski-ing trip in Surrey (Rousse)

I struggled up the mountain side, the gap between us widening with every step I took. TPR was miles ahead of me and I would never catch up with him. The terrain was particularly difficult over the grassy banks. If … Continue reading

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A late breakfast (Rousse)

A dozen pretty coloured bags filled to the brim with bedding plants lined the hall. “Great”, I thought, “He’s going to smarten up the garden”. The kitchen table, however, was a more puzzling sight. What were all these mounds of … Continue reading

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Belle’s bad night’s sleep and Rousse’s dental surprise (Rousse)

“How did you sleep?” I asked Belle. “Not well at all” she replied. Unfortunately for her she had bedded down after the party in the room next to the staircase that led to my sister S’s bedroom. S and her … Continue reading

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