The Appearance Of Murder*

“Rather a lot of parcels have arrived for you,” Dad says. “Oh, good,” I say, looking at the pile of boxes and padded envelopes on the dining room table. “What are all these packages?” Mum says, looking at me with that you’ve-gone-high-again-haven’t-you look.  Or as a friend once put it: “Your mother looks terrified: as […]

Death By Artichoke*

Walking home, I hear a series of loud squawks.  Looking up, I see a green parakeet, circling in the sky.   So, Seb has returned to his land far away.  Miss him already.  When he’s here, it’s wonderful to be able to talk to him and cuddle him as much as I want: a huge […]

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 […]