Tag Archives: upstairs

Ducks and drowning risk in city centre (Rousse)

Posted on October 29, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I’d craved a sea view for years and now I had one – almost. When we woke at 05:00am to the blast of morning television from the flat upstairs TPR and I had no option but to get up and … Continue reading →

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An illogical trip to Birmingham (Rousse)

Posted on September 14, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I popped out of our Broughton Street tenement and down to the corner shop. I needed some extra milk because AMcN and her husband PP had just rung to say that they wanted to take a break on their journey … Continue reading →

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Disappointing reunion and relatives (Rousse)

Posted on August 19, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I was rather disappointed with the table setting at the big reunion party. Surely this kind of occasion deserved proper table linen and glasses? The paper napkins and plastic cups were simply not good enough. I would have to have … Continue reading →

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Fun with Kalashnikov rifles (Rousse)

Posted on July 4, 2014 by Dreamaticus

I suspected that something funny was going on in the big upstairs bedroom. I pushed open the door and found my former colleague JB with eight or nine foreign men playing with Kalashnikov rifles. Only one other man spoke English, … Continue reading →

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Antique oils, Hebburn foam, and pet dolphins (Rousse)

Posted on December 30, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My parents bought a huge Tudor mansion plus all its contents, including a priceless haul of antique oil paintings that lined the walls next to the massive oak staircase. On the day that I visited, my cousin R was guarding … Continue reading →

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Marcus Brigstocke tour takes in the stationers (Rousse)

Posted on November 20, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Marcus Brigstocke had set the exam paper so it was only natural that it was also he who accompanied me and my sister J to the stationers. Here we would purchase some scrap paper on which I could plan my … Continue reading →

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Upstairs, Downstairs and Yorkshire pudding (Belle)

Posted on September 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My role as ‘tweenie’ involved acting as a go-between for the ‘downstairs’ staff and our bosses. I volunteered to take a message so the rest of the staff would not be forced to interrupt lunch. I ran outside and realised we … Continue reading →

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BBC employee discovers drug den in Edinburgh’s Stockbridge (Rousse)

Posted on May 17, 2013 by Dreamaticus

My high-powered job on Radio 4 required regular trips to London for meetings. Because I needed to be up early the next morning to catch the 05:40 train, I had to consider my sleeping options carefully. The first possibility was … Continue reading →

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Stockton Sixth Form College students take to the skies and survive the flood (Rousse)

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

Very few of the staff who taught me were still now working at the Stockton Sixth Form College. The only teacher that I recognised was Mr X, still sporting his distinctive comb-over. I found ECM queening it over everyone in … Continue reading →

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Rousse is late for school

Posted on March 5, 2013 by Dreamaticus

We were going to be late for school and JM was furious. He stormed into my bedroom at the White House to find out why it was taking me so long to get downstairs. I explained that I was just … Continue reading →

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