Never Leave My Bed*

 “It’s difficult having a conversation with you at the moment as you can’t follow it,” Seb says yesterday.  We’re walking back to the flat from the coffee shop where Seb has consumed his coffee, whilst I spilt my one all over the floor.  “We’re not communicating: you’re just wrapped up in your thoughts.  You’re not […]

Design For Living*

1.  Seb is here. 2.  Walked the Keeshond yesterday with MadFatRunner.  Had fun.  Got a bit lost and were out for 3 hours. 3.  He is in attached photo. 4.  Lit the Chanukah candles and fed MadFatRunner latkes. 5. Pizza is coming. 6.  So is sleep eventually. 7.  Mood has gone up a bit so […]

Sleeping Murder*

“Everything is ready,” MadFatRunner says.  She’s making a new dish for us: warm quinoa salad with halloumi and roasted red peppers.  “We need an easy thing to cook that isn’t the Omelette,” she says,  “Do you want me to do anything?” I say, as I rest in the nest, eating pickled cucumbers and drinking gin […]

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 […]

Pain And Gain*

“You’re early,” my trainer says, smiling, at nine o’clock this morning. “Yes,” I say.  “The panther’s gone.  Been awake since six thirty nine and…” “I’m just going to put my bag in the office,” she says, tying her long hair up.  With her hair down, she could be any pretty girl.  Hair up, she’s transformed […]

Someone Else’s Skin*

“Your skin looks terrible,” the panther says.  He’s draped over my desk at the office. “It will heal, eventually,” I tell him. “Seb will be appalled when he sees you,” the panther says, fixing me with his amber stare.  “You must have put on another half a stone since you last saw him, you’ve got […]

The Beast Must Die*

4.15pm and already it’s almost dark outside.  Am writing this on my bike at the gym.  Didn’t make it here this morning, due to an unusually late night last night with my writing chums.  So am here now, despite epic levels of can’t-be-bothered.  Know that will be pleased with self, even if just write this […]

Allergic Reaction*

“There’s a new pill you can take, made of house dust mites, that stops you being allergic to them,” Dad says.  We’re in the car on the way to an important family event: my new baby cousin’s circumcision. “Yum,”  I say. “Isn’t that what that weird allergy doctor recommended in the summer?” Mum says. “Don’t […]

Murder On The Astral Plane*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, looking at my watch, I see that it’s 6.32pm.  Opening the curtains, I realise that it’s dark outside. “I’m hungry,” the panther says, kneading my tummy with his paws. “You know where the kitchen is,” I tell him.  “I’m not eating yet.  Have to write the […]

Death In The City Of Light*

“Where are you?xxx” Seb texts at 7.01pm this evening. “Parentals.  In the middle of supper.  Call you when am finished,” I fire back. This gives me thirty seven minutes to write a blog, as have finished supper and it’s now 7.23pm.  Will call him at eight o’clock.  The parentals have gone out, leaving the fluffy […]