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Murder Mistaken*

“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone last night at 6.30pm. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “How are you?” “I’ve had an epic nap and now I’m packing,” I say, although haven’t started yet.  Haven’t even unpacked from earlier in the week.  “How are you my darling?” “I had to saw the sofa in half […]

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Murder In The Bath*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I look at my watch. Six o’clock in the evening.  The whole day has vanished and there’s so much to do. “You could make me a cup of coffee, if you wanted to be useful,” I say to the panther and he just stretches and climbs […]

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The Tale Of Mrs Tiggy-winkle*

Back at the flat.  My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine.  Red lights flash.  The wash is over.  Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer.  Soon, but not yet.  First must write this. Wish Mrs […]

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Murder Comes Ashore*

“Since I’ve come here to the seaside, I’d like to walk down to the beach now please,” I say to Seb.  We’ve ventured outside in the wind and rain.  It’s not so cold today and although the sky is grey, the rain is lighter than it was yesterday. “OK then,” Seb says, opening the huge […]

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Piercing*

Sitting in a cafe with Seb, consuming porridge and coffee.  Seb is reading The Times.   After a quick romp through Times 2, decide that writing a blog is a better use of my limited mental energy. At 12.30pm – in thirty minutes – we are going to get my ears pierced.  Let’s hope that […]

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Bangkok Haunts*

“Here,” Seb says, handing me a little black bag.  “I bought you something.”  We’ve consumed The Omelette and I still can’t quite believe that he’s here: sitting at my dining table, wearing his grey t-shirt.  My darling boyfriend. “Wow, thank you darling,” I say, taking it from him.  Pulling out a box, I open it. […]

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The Devil You Know*

Waking up with a start, I realise that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon.  Seb will be here in a couple of hours – as long as he hasn’t missed his plane. Had a bath and shaved all my furry bits this morning.  The house is clean and tidy.  Washed hair yesterday so not doing […]

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A Psychiatrist, Screams*

“So how are you, Tanya?” Dr Stein says, pen poised above the paper.  This is his current folder of my notes.  He must have hundreds of these folders, dating back over the last seventeen years. “Well, my mood is still low,” I say.  “But I’m doing what I have to do: work, the blog, exercise. […]

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Death In The Clouds*

“It’s Seb,” my brother says, handing me the phone at nine thirty this morning. “Thank you,” I say to my brother. “Hello my darling,” I say to Seb. “Hello my love,” Seb says.  “I’m afraid you have an idiot for a boyfriend.  I’ve missed my flight.” “Oh no.  What happened?” I say.  Maybe he had […]

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Time Bomb*

“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone at 10.05am this morning.  I’ve been asleep for thirteen hours but am still exhausted. “Hello my love,” Seb says. “Oh wow, you’re calling me,” I say.  “I’m sorry that I missed your other calls but I was at the office and…” “The thing is,” Seb says.  “I can […]