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The Bonnie connection (Rousse)

A small black American stranger asked us if anyone could help her track down someone called Bonnie. ‘No problem’, I replied. ‘Please tell us a bit more about Bonnie. I’m pretty sure that I will know her’. Most of the … Continue reading →

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A failed escape from a crime scene (Rousse)

We were staying in a beautiful tall detached house that was second from the end of a row of similar buildings squashed together in a densely populated part of the city. If you glanced up at the skylight over the … Continue reading →

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Smoke, sausages, and exclusion (Rousse)

It was impossible to disguise that I was an middle class English woman, and did not belong in a Northern Irish Protestant working men’s club. However, my hosts were keen for me to witness the atmosphere in the smoke-filled bar, … Continue reading →

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The botox beauty of the Home Counties (Rousse)

I’d been in my parents’ house some time before my sister J eventually came downstairs to greet me. When she made her grand entrance she was barely recognisable, dressed in a tiny pair of denim jeans and a pale blue … Continue reading →

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An encounter with a narcissist robot (Rousse)

I was an unexpected, and unwelcome, guest at the house of a woman who was in my year at school. We barely knew one another. I had simply spoken to EC, a retired accountant, at a couple of reunions in … Continue reading →

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How not to stalk stoat (Rousse)

I was stalking stoat in the long grass until an idiotic woman chased my prey away by opening a cupboard loudly.

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Human horse travels uncomfortably across the Atlantic (Rousse)

Normally a seat in the second row on a transatlantic flight would mean plenty of leg room – perhaps even a bed – but not on this service. I was sitting directly behind a mother and a baby, both of … Continue reading →

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Son learns of surrogate half-sister through father’s ex-girlfriend mother of the baby (Rousse)

My godson James was the son of my ex-boyfriend. He hardly saw me in his childhood, but now a young adult he was keen to befriend me to learn more about the early life of his father. This posed difficulties. … Continue reading →

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A risky revealing nightdress (Rousse)

I met Belle outside the British Library. At first we were thrilled to discover that we had both topped our outfits with thin, silver-grey, suit jackets. Our joy turned to disappointment when we realised that just about every other professional … Continue reading →

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Dr Who companion travels back in time in vain attempt to stop Brexit (Rousse)

I travelled back in time, unseasonably dressed in furs, to a country fair on a warm summer’s day in 2010. I found the yellow and white striped stand at which I was to deliver my message. I leant over the … Continue reading →

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