Tag Archives: winter

A divorce and 15 year old drivers (Rousse)

Although X and Y had been divorced for some time, Y was at X’s birthday celebrations. TPR and I were grateful for this. If Y hadn’t been there, we would not have known anyone. The only problem was that we … Continue reading

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A tale of two journeys (Rousse)

One minute I was wrapped in furs, slipping through a sparkling wintry landscape in an open sleigh discussing the merits (or not) of daughters with regional accents. Next I was on the East Coast train service, squashed up against French … Continue reading

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A silly strop beneath the Smiths (Rousse)

X sat at his desk beneath the Smiths poster. Every time that a gust of wind blew outdoors the poster billowed. I suggested that the windows be closed. It was winter after all. All this time I had thought that … Continue reading

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Holy Island hideaway drifts out to sea (Rousse)

The house floated across the flooded causeway, drifting from its usual base on Holy Island. I assured everyone that all would be fine. The tide would reach the doorway, but was certain to subside soon afterwards, and we were all … Continue reading

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Sating a stationery obsession (Rousse)

In the summer we would walk over the hills to the beach on the other side. We could even take bikes, so long as we were prepared to carry them part of the way. For the time being while it … Continue reading

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What to do when you miss a charter flight, and fancy lace underwear (Rousse)

TF came with us on a winter sports holiday package included both skiing and tandem riding. On the last day there was some confusion over access to the hotel. I was lucky enough to find my room (eventually) although its … Continue reading

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Homeless bed down in library lift (Rousse)

I thought that I would help BP out by collecting his finished job from the Print Room and taking it up to the meeting. The problem was that I was unfamiliar with the lift system on campus. I couldn’t work … Continue reading

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How to decline a wedding invitation (Rousse)

CR, who I barely knew, invited me to her wedding. There was no way that I was prepared to trail all the way to the north of Scotland in the middle of winter just to please a stranger. How could … Continue reading

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A flying cat, a red-haired witch, and an all-inclusive school reunion in Stockton-on-Tees (Rousse)

A flying cat screeched as it swooped over us, the tips of its ears glowing fluorescent green in the darkening sky at dusk. It landed high above us in the canopy of the bare winter trees, only just visible as … Continue reading

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Baby Yoda and the secret porn star (Rousse)

My friend A sat down next to me on the bus. It looked like he was carrying his son in his arms, but I couldn’t be certain that this was a human baby. The first strange thing about the child … Continue reading

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