It’s A Wonderful Life*

1.  Happy Christmas from lunch with Lily and her family and canine nephew! 2.  Running round the three gardens with this beagle person:    3.  Am having fun. 4.  It’s nearly lunchtime: sprouts, red cabbage, tofurkey, parsnips, potatoes… 5.  Did sprouts My Self.  Am Amazing Underchef. 6.  Not puking anymore. 7.  Wearing this:     8. […]

The Beauty Of Murder*

“Would you like a little wheelie suitcase?” Mum says as we sit having our lunch.  “I’ll ask your father to get it down from the loft and…” “No, it’s OK,” I say.  “I’ve got that weekend bag, it’s…” “This is a tiny little one,” Mum says.  “It’s better – you don’t have to carry it.” […]

The Bumblebee Flies Anyway*

No messages from Seb since Saturday.  Maybe his phone has been drowned in the rain.  Or sucked dry by leeches.  Hope he will send a message soon.  Am missing him.  There’s no point in worrying about it, I tell myself.  He will be in touch.  Must hold on to this thought. The panther dozes on […]

Blood Jungle Ballet*

“Face it, he’s not coming back,” the panther says as he sits on my windowsill, watching a squirrel on the bird feeder. “He is,” I say.  “In a couple of weeks Seb will be back.” “And, even if he comes back for a bit, then he’s going to university.  For three whole years,” the panther […]

Night Of The Jaguar*

Back at the flat and am going to write this now, before my afternoon sleep, as when wake up will need to: 1.  Unload dishwasher. 2.  Put washing away. 3.  Make supper: probably The Omelette. 4.  Prepare self for the Office tomorrow. The panther lies sprawled across my bed, taking up most of it.  Am […]

Cicada*

“Hope all’s going well my sweet?” Seb’s message comes through at 5.15pm.  “Very nice here.  The soft sound of the crickets has replaced the intense cicadas and it’s a lovely peaceful night.   Lots of love xxx.” Have just been crying about how miserable I am, but must pull self together to compose a cheerful […]

War And Peas*

“I’ve got a job for you,” Mum says. “What is it?” I say. “It’s your favourite job,” Mum says, in that excited tone of voice that she uses when she thinks she’s going to be able to persuade me to do something.  The tone of voice that means this is a fun thing I’ve invented […]

Poodle Springs*

“So, how are you?” The lovely young doctor says, pen poised over my notes.  He’s the same one who I saw last month: tall with blue eyes and brown hair. “Well my mood has dropped,” I say, “so I’ve put my antidepressant dose up.  So I need some more of those, if that’s OK please? […]

The Jungle Book*

The flat phone rings.  Picking it up, I say “Hello.” “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. I can’t believe that it’s him.  “Are you calling me from the jungle?” I say. “Yes, I might run out of credit but I wanted to call you and say hello,” he says.  The line crackles, it’s not a good […]

Tears Of The Giraffe*

“What time is it?” Seb says.   Turning to look at my watch, I say “it’s six fifty.  I’ve just woken up and am with my darling Seb. “I’d better get up and help my mum with moving some chairs,” he says. Oh good, I think.  He doesn’t want to go back to sleep.  I’m […]