Tag Archives: White House

Rousse prepares breakfast

Posted on October 1, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I busied myself making bacon sandwiches in the upstairs kitchen of the White House.

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A patchwork quilt, property in Perthshire, and a stay at the Palace (Rousse)

Posted on September 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents were selling up and disposing of their possessions, as was the University of Birmingham. If I wanted to save anything, now was the time to act. I wanted nothing from the White House, but was keen to retrieve … Continue reading →

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Divorced couple set to remarry – in spite of ghoulish guests (Rousse)

Posted on August 16, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents were very relieved to hear that TPR and I had overcome our differences and decided to remarry. Our divorce in the mid-1990s had been pretty low-key (he’d simply “gone off” me) and since then we had been spending … Continue reading →

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Rag doll and stuffed penguin destroy discipline (Rousse)

Posted on June 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

S returned home to the White House from yet another bender. I cornered her in the upstairs kitchen and demanded that this outrageous behaviour stop. She eventually agreed to add some discipline to her life, and said that she would … Continue reading →

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Top wedding style and a most unusual gift (Rousse)

Posted on May 19, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My parents laid on the party at the White House as a combined hen and stag night for SB and fiancé AG. The date was chosen to take advantage of the ceilidh on the beach, a short walk along the … Continue reading →

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An unwise trip to the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre (Rousse)

Posted on May 6, 2012 by Dreamaticus

My father and my sister J had started their car journey from Stockton, so they were delighted when I suggested we break our journey at the Scottish Antique and Arts Centre. As we pulled into a parking space on the … Continue reading →

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Hostage taken at the White House: Rousse to the rescue

Posted on February 29, 2012 by Dreamaticus

I could hear my iPhone ringing out, but where was I, and what time of night was this? I pulled myself up in bed to peer into the dark. I was back at the White House in my childhood bedroom. … Continue reading →

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A mother’s secret career and further clues of the Baby Ted graveyard (Rousse)

Posted on December 20, 2011 by Dreamaticus

The party of external examiners included an elderly man from Sheffield University, a woman from Loughborough, and a dark-haired systems librarian called Mike Hirst. They all seemed friendly enough although none were interested enough to acknowledge (or perhaps question) who … Continue reading →

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A spot from which to watch the boys go by (Rousse)

Posted on November 13, 2011 by Dreamaticus

I peered through the bannister spindles at the top of the stairs at the White House, watching the men arrive. I was terribly excited because amongst them were some of the boys who had not made it to the recent … Continue reading →

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Rousse’s wedding day 2 antics

Posted on November 4, 2010 by Dreamaticus

So I’ve been married 23 years, but here I was getting married – to the same person – again. We slept with a bunch of friends in the coach house. The next day, the first indication that a ceremony was … Continue reading →

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