Mystery Of The White Room*

“Hi there,” my surgeon says, opening the door of her consulting room.  She looks lovely: her sleek dark hair tumbling down her back. “Hello,” I say, throwing my arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.  “It’s lovely to see you.” “Hello,” Mum says, smiling. We follow her into the room and take our seats […]

Until Friday Night*

“Aren’t you going to get changed?” Mum says, looking at my purple vest top and black gym trousers. “No,” I say.  We’re about to set off for the hospital to see my breast surgeon. “But don’t you want to look nice for Seb?” Mum says.  Seb is coming to the parentals for dinner. “It’s not […]

Even Dogs In The Wild*

Sitting on my bike at the gym gazing out of the window.  Outside, the sky is grey and leaves blow in the wind.  The ground is covered with brown and yellow leaves. Missed my training session this morning but am here now: better late than never.  Have left the parentals for twenty four hours to […]

A Cold Day For Murder*

“I’ve left a piece of work a little late,” Seb’s message comes through at 8.16pm last night.  “Realise I’ve got to get it completed by 12 tomorrow.  Bit of an all-nighter I fear.  How are you? Xxx.” Hope he managed to finish it and get it in on time.   “I do seem to have […]

Bad Traffic*

“Hello,” I say answering the flat phone last night. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’ve made it back to my Mum’s house so…” “Oh good,” I say, chopping some broccoli for The Omelette and sweeping it into the frying pan.  “Did you have a good weekend?” “Wonderful,” Seb says.  “Such beautiful scenery.  It was magical.” […]

Midnight Mystery*

Am standing at the bus stop at 5.28pm.  The sky is midnight black, as dark as my panther who stands beside me.  It seems impossible that earlier today was walking in bright sunshine.   Buses-that-aren’t-my-one pull up at the stop, fill up with passengers and then depart.   Painventory: 1.  Sore throat 2.  Earache 3. […]

The Case Of The Sneezing Accountant*

“Morning x,” Seb’s text comes through at 11.00am this morning.  “Don’t have much reception, or any plug sockets at cottage – so sorry for little contact.  Lovely day here.  Having a very nice time.  How’s your weekend going?xxx” “Ah happy Sunday!” I say.  “Have just been for walk.  Lovely day here too.  Glad you’re having […]

Born Free*

“Hello,” I say answering the parental house phone last night. “Hello, my lovely,” Seb says. “My darling,” I say, carrying the phone up to the parental bedroom so can talk to him in private.  The house phone doesn’t work in my bedroom here. “How are you?” Seb says. “Oh, OK.  Mustn’t grumble,” I say, sitting […]

The Sleep That Rescues*

“What’s going on?” Mum says, walking into my room, sitting on the edge of my bed.  “It’s six o’clock.” Sitting up in bed, rubbing my eyes, I say: “what time are the guests coming?”  Wow.  Six o’clock: I’ve been asleep for three and a half hours. “Seven.  And you’ve got to have a bath and […]

Lloyd George Knew My Father*

“It’s amazing: there are more men here than women,” the septuagenarian lady says to her friend. “I expect that’s because it’s history and politics,” the friend replies. They’re sitting next to me at my ‘Modern British Prime Ministers’ course.  So, if you’re a lady aged over sixty five looking to meet a chap, take a […]