Tag Archives: TPR

A PhD in Paris (Rousse)

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was living in Paris, where I shared an enormous communal bedroom with a bunch of strangers. However, I was not always completely friendless: one day PA, JB and CS from my first secondary school passed through as temporary residents. … Continue reading →

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Little Red Riding Rousse wins a dinner invitation

Posted on October 3, 2012 by Dreamaticus

When on a Little Red Riding Hood mission to deliver a supply of cottage cheese in my wicker basket to the S family, I came across TF digging muddy trenches in a field. He and has son T were committed … Continue reading →

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A visit to the Indigo bed and breakfast (Rousse)

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The Indigo bed and breakfast was in Cunningsburgh, Shetland. TPR had dumped the bike elsewhere so we caught the bus to the village. Once again I was astonished at the reach of service of Lothian Buses. We asked for directions … Continue reading →

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Melvyn Bragg’s editor, boasts about the Sound of Music, and other distractions keep Rousse away from class

Posted on September 29, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Now that it was December I no longer objected to the Christmas displays in the shops. I was even becoming more tolerant of the members of the sect who queued up every day in their drab black uniforms for the … Continue reading →

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Highland tattoo confession (Rousse)

Posted on September 24, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I woke up cold on the floor of our tatty bed and breakfast room, with TPR five feet away tucked up cosy in bed. At least this proved that I’d slept. It was the last day of our holiday and … Continue reading →

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Guy Masterson and the Turkish conference groper (Rousse)

Posted on September 22, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Guy Masterson’s voice boomed from the red-curtained television screen. Normally I would be keen to watch his performance, but this was a long-anticipated work event in Turkey and I had something else to deal with: the wandering hands of regular … Continue reading →

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Husband regrets land speed record attempt (Rousse)

Posted on September 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I was still alive. Yes, I was definitely alive – but what was all that wailing? TPR was beside himself with grief. I struggled to force out the words “It’s OK, I’m still here” while trying to make sense of … Continue reading →

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Promises, promises (Rousse)

Posted on September 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR was well ahead of us up the High Street so I reckoned that it was safe to grab X for another quick snog just as we came out of the arcade onto Cockburn Street. He seemed to appreciate it … Continue reading →

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Home extension adds to work worries (Rousse)

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We had just moved into the restored blackhouse located to the rear of the garden at the back of our flat. My first task was to chase the swarm of five bees around the sitting room and kitchen and out … Continue reading →

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Fraudulent applications to the Pizza Sixth Form (Rousse)

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Dreamaticus

TPR and I turned up at school for our first day as A level pupils. We’d be in the same year as my niece AF, her brother PF and his new wife. The teacher took one look at us and … Continue reading →

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