Flowers For Her Grave*

“Do you think I’m too old for these,” I say to Seb as we walk past a market stall selling silk flower headbands.  Seb has come to my Office to take me out to lunch before he returns home this evening. Have been thinking about these flower headbands since first noticed them around in the […]

Allergic To Death*

“So, that’s an eclectic collection of tablets that you’re taking,” the allergy doctor says, in a slow, kind voice.  We’re sitting in his high-ceilinged-book-lined consulting room.  There’s a clay bust of a unicorn on the windowsill.   Gazing at Harold Macmillan and The Cecils and Napoleon I say: “Yes, well I’m on carbamazepine and duloxetine […]

Perfect Day For A Murder*

1.  Start reading A Book.  Not some airport novel to get-my-reading-muscles-working.  No.  A proper book: The Tories: Conservatives And The Nation State 1922 – 1997 by Alan Clark.  And it’s gripping. Already, Bonar Law has complained of feeling ‘mouldy’ and succumbed to oesophageal cancer.  Am feeling mouldy too.  Going to use this one: it’s great. […]

Birthdays For The Dead*

“I’d like the new Peter Ackroyd Hitchcock biography.  Or the new Kate Atkinson.  For my birthday,” I say to my brother.  He’s shaving his head over the sink, with an electric device.  There’s a loud buzzing.  He probably can’t hear me. “What’s that?” He shouts, turning  off the electric shaver, lifting his head up. “You’ve […]