If You Were Here*

Waking up with a start, I look at my watch.  5.45pm.  Oh nooooo.  We settled down for a nap at 3pm and… “Darling can you pass me my phone,” I say to Seb.  He’s waking up:  rubbing his turquoise eyes. “Hello,” he says, putting his arms round me.  “That was such a nice sleep.  I […]

Let The Dark Flower Blossom*

“Hey, I haven’t seen you for ages, how are you?” Heather says.  My Spin Cycling instructor, my favourite gym instructor.  And, also, the one I never see these days as her class is the 9.15am Monday morning Spin.  And, most weeks, am at my Office on a Monday morning at that time. “Well the cancer […]

Journey To Murder*

On the train to see my parentals and my fluffy.  The weather has turned cold and grey.  In my leopard print toenails, fit flops, leopard print coat, sunglasses black furry scarf, gloves and gym trousers, do not look mentally normal.  Can report that it’s not a good day for bare toes.  They have gone blue […]

Love Story, With Murders*

“I love you,” I say to Seb, expecting no answer.  After all, I tell him that I love him about a hundred times an hour when we’re together. “I love you,” he says.  He’s never said this before.  He mumbles it into my neck but that’s what I think I hear. “Do you?” I say, […]

Hot Dish Heaven*

It’s 5.15pm.  My phone buzzes. “It did take me a little longer than I’d hoped, but I’m on a train on my way to you.  Do you have gin? Xxx,” the message says.  It’s from Seb, obviously. “Ah well done!  Yes, of course I do.  What time does train get in and where?” I say. […]

Murder On Wheels*

In an exciting change to my routine, Hannah is meeting me at the gym.  Am waiting on my exercise bike.  The sky is blue again. Things that need to do before Seb arrives sometime-between-six-o-clock-and-midnight: 1.  Put at least two washes on, a dark one and a white one. 2.  Hang them up. 3.  Make and eat […]

Dear Zoo*

So: my Zoo is my happy place.  Or one of them.  And today was my first time in the Lemur Walk Through exhibit which opened a mere two weeks ago. “You’re not allowed to touch the lemurs,” the pretty, young keeper says.  Her waist-length, dark curly hair reminds me of my hair, when it was […]

Hot And Sweaty Rex*

Have been looking at a great blog here: Www.hannahgale.co.uk And thinking about how to make own one more user friendly. 1.  Anyone know how to tag own posts in a post, so if one writes say: “am in the restaurant where I went with the Danish banker” it will link to that post? 2.  Would like, […]

Murder In The Telephone Exchange*

“Hello,” Seb says.  He is calling me on the actual telephone. “Hello darling,” I say. “Isn’t the weather glorious?” he says. “Yes, it was great to come back to some sunshine,” I say. “I missed you,” he says. “I missed you too,” I say.  I wore my little silver necklace that you gave me the […]