Tag Archives: TPR

Quadratic equations fox faculty and first years (Rousse)

Posted on February 12, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The bed creaked as the enormous dark-haired woman clambered over to my side. “Get off!” I demanded. “When TPR and I bought this big bed it was just for the two of us. You’re not welcome. I want to read … Continue reading →

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A stay at the budgie hospital hotel (Rousse)

Posted on January 22, 2012 by Dreamaticus

How fortunate that AM and I were allocated to the same hotel bedroom. Without her tutoring, I would never have known that bedside light fittings also double up as iPhone chargers, nor would I have had access to the wide … Continue reading →

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Moomin office delight (Rousse)

Posted on January 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

All my colleagues on campus were dressed in matching black suits with peach cravats (or scarves for the ladies). Most were also carrying wands. I hung my head in shame. It was so long since I’d attended a graduation ceremony … Continue reading →

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The super-speedy husband (Rousse)

Posted on January 17, 2012 by Dreamaticus

While SM completed a half marathon in 1 hour, 30 minutes and 1 second, TPR ran the entire distance from Edinburgh to Newcastle along the A1 in just over three hours. By his calculations the distance was 30 miles. I … Continue reading →

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Shetland’s craziest coach driver (Rousse)

Posted on January 15, 2012 by Dreamaticus

We had both settled into our seats on the train on the way to the airport when I asked TPR what he had done with the suitcase. Although we’d both remembered our rucksacks as hand luggage, he’d forgotten to pick … Continue reading →

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An intruder, a storm, and the terrible after-effects of tree resin rain (Rousse)

Posted on January 13, 2012 by Dreamaticus

There’d been a number of break-ins at our flat over recent weeks, none of which had triggered our burglar alarm. We were sure, however, that it was just matter of time before we would walk in on the culprit(s). When … Continue reading →

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Rousse bakes mini lemon meringue pies while her husband holds court in the bath

Posted on January 10, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My first problem was that I had to choose between three competing commitments all taking place on the same night. My second was that I had promised my boss that I would attend one of them. However, I now had … Continue reading →

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The world’s most expensive lump of yeast (Rousse)

Posted on January 10, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Belle and I had a desperate need for live yeast. Convinced that we’d find some in one of the breweries off Dalry Road, we set off from my flat in two separate taxis. I climbed into the one that had … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s nocturnal accident

Posted on January 8, 2012 by Dreamaticus

Lost in the dark in Holyrood Park, I fell into a bog. NB this Dreamaticus was related to TPR in the middle of the night by Rousse. Rousse herself has no recollection of it.

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Ab Fab’s Patsy Stone meets Sir Edwin Lutyens (Rousse)

Posted on January 2, 2012 by Dreamaticus

The main problem with our kitchen was that it was a five minute drive from the rest of our house. The “room” itself was a low level crumbling shack sitting in an unkempt garden. Nobody had bothered with the housework … Continue reading →

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