A Nasty Piece Of Work*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I realise that it’s 5.19pm. Squeezing myself out from under the panther who’s sprawled across the bed, I sit up. Argh. It’s home-and-self-care-day today, which means: 1. Put away last week’s washing that is still on the airer. 2. Hang up washing in the machine. 3. […]

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Hickory Dickory Dock*

“I’m exhausted from the gym, my lovely,” Seb says when he calls at 8.30pm last night. “What did you do there,” I say, sipping my hot chocolate.  Apart from turning up at a time when it’s open at last, so well done for that. “Well, I started at my toes and worked up,” Seb says.  […]

The Documents In The Case*

“I’m calling you from outside the gym,” Seb says, when he calls at 8.30pm last night. “Ah, well done for going,” I say.  “What’s all that noise in the background?” “Well, I haven’t actually been in,” he says.  “Have just arrived here and it’s closed.  So I’m walking home and it’s windy.” “That’s a shame,” […]

Hiss Of Death*

5.29pm and I’m on my bike at the gym.  Achieved a long walk this morning and am exhausted but it’s a beautiful day and am capitalising on this by staying out-of-the-house for a bit longer. “And you’ve got to lose a stone,” the panther says.  He’s stretched out in front of the window, watching the […]

The Black Dahlia*

“So, I went to look at the theatre,” Seb says when he calls last night.  “Thinking about maybe getting involved in some amateur stuff whilst I’m here.” “Excellent idea,” I say.  Seb used to be an actor and it could be good for him to do a bit of it in a low-stress way. “The […]

An Appetite For Murder*

“Oh, there you are, Tanya,” Mum says as I wander into the kitchen in search of fizzy water.  “Can you find that kitten and ask him why he hasn’t eaten his supper?” “OK,” I say.  “What?  In the wild?  There isn’t any fizzy water in the fridge or…” “No, he’s in the house somewhere,” Mum […]

A Running Duck*

The flat phone rings.  “Hello?” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. My heart lifts as I hear his voice.  “My darling,” I say.  “How are things?”  Carrying the phone back to my bedroom, I crawl into bed. “Not too bad,” he says.  “Although we’ve just had a class on graphs and spreadsheets and I’m […]

Day Of Atonement*

“Are you coming back to synagogue with me then?” Mum says.  I’m sitting on the parental sofa under my furry blanket; Dad dozes in his armchair; the fluffy monster rests in his rose chair.  You can see him in the attached photo. “I can’t,” I say, sipping my coffee.  “Have to write the blog or…” […]

Shadow Boxer*

“So how was your first day?” I ask Seb when he calls last night.  I’m waiting for my artichoke to cook.  It’s simmering away.  Not long to go now.  The room is filled with its earthy scent. “Oh, good, I think,” Seb says, sounding cheerful, as well he might, having just started a three year […]

The Golden Spiders*

The flat phone rings at about 9.30pm last night, just as I’m watching Andy Murray versus Bernard Tomic, recorded earlier in the day.  I already know that Andy won, and that we’re now in the Davis Cup final, but I missed the match. “Hello,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’ve just arrived.” “So […]