Murder By The Seaside*

“I’m looking forward to seeing my dogs,” Seb says as we leave his flat. “I’m looking forward to seeing all the animal people,” I say.  The fluffy monster’s mum and uncle and two sisters will be there, along with the three dogs.  Am wearing my nice dress: the short leopard and tiger print red, gold, black […]

Murder In Port Aux Basques*

“Who was Tyndareus?  Do you think he went on Tinder.  Was he Philomela’s sister’s husband?” My brother says. “I don’t know,” I say, drinking my coffee, bustling around the room, looking for my key.  Have to get to the gym by 8am or won’t manage an hour in there before breakfast at 9. “Let’s look […]

Running Stupid*

The Internet is a bit ropey here do bear with me.  Message from Seb: “Hello lovely.  Glad your enjoying yourself.” Sigh.  He went to a Top Public School.  Even if all he did there was “rugby, fighting and drinking.”  He could have learned the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’, one might think. On holiday.  Have […]