Tag Archives: TPR

Rousse, a reptile and rubies

My thought processes raced through four distinct stages: (1) Is that a snake curled around my ankle? (2) And that scrap of grey cloth, what’s that? (3) Ugh, dead mouse! (4) Yikes, the mouse is dead because it’s been attacked … Continue reading

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Rousse’s relationship entanglements

Although I was yet to admit it, our marriage had long been dead. My husband, kind to the end, was simply waiting for me to form another relationship before raising the question of how we could untangle ourselves from almost … Continue reading

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Disappointing Caribbean climate (Rousse)

It looked like a last minute decision to take my heavy brown coat to Antigua was sensible. Our flight from Glasgow at 14:00 was delayed several hours, and the Caribbean weather forecast was for a fortnight of wind and rain. … Continue reading

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Rousse misses out on the miracle of childbirth

Mother-of-four SY took charge of the six women seated in silence around the long wooden table. She instructed me to wash my hands and help when necessary. If I doubted SY’s qualifications in midwifery, my own experience of childbirth was … Continue reading

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Rousse abandoned at breakfast, and a new business idea

I’d never heard of “costering” until I lost TPR to a guest house owner on the Isle of Lewis. The islanders had adopted this process of shearing seed from long grass stalks as their favourite outdoor hobby. My husband was … Continue reading

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Rousse attacked by robot rag doll cleaner

I pushed open the kitchen door and almost stepped directly onto two teenage girls. They were sitting on the floor next to the cooker, sorting through dusters and tea towels. “New cleaners” I surmised. My cheery “Hello!” met with no … Continue reading

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Shall I stay or shall I go now? (Rousse)

While TPR slept I slipped down to breakfast then paid the hotel bill. We’d been tempted to stay an extra night, largely because there was a strong possibility that RG would be arriving later in the day after a week’s … Continue reading

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The return of Rousse’s red Peugeot 205

There were so many questions: Why had my parents “rescued” my red Peugeot 205 (sold on in 2008) and booked it into repair at a garage (of which we knew nothing) at the other side of town? Did it really … Continue reading

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A trandem, tourists and a traffic warden (Rousse)

We were bound to be killed, all because JH refused to wear the high-visibility jacket that I was offering him. Even though KT and I could be seen in our yellow regalia, it was really important that JH be visible … Continue reading

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Rousse’s reunion

It was July 2011. As was the case on the days of our 10th and 20th anniversary parties, the 1986 French graduates from the University of Birmingham were enjoying a reunion lunch in the blazing Brummie sunshine. This time we … Continue reading

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