The Omelet Murder Case*

Seb still loves me, I think, and a warm glow suffuses my whole self.   As long as we are together, nothing is that bad.  Can’t wait to see him and cuddle him and talk to him.  Can’t wait to cook him The Omelette.  Haven’t managed to learn to cook any new dishes, but after […]

The Shining*

“Seb,” I say.  “It’s eight o’clock.”  He grunts.  He’s asleep.   “Since it’s supper time,” I say, climbing over him, “I’m going to make an omelette.” Seb says “oh really,” with his eyes closed. I can do this, I think, wandering through to the kitchen.  Chopping up the mushrooms, asparagus and broccoli that we purchased […]

Neon Panic*

Waking up with a start I see that it’s 6.33pm and I haven’t yet made a start on the day’s tasks.  After gym this morning I had a lunch meeting and then my sleep, so have to do Everything now. Crawling through to the kitchen, I boil the kettle, chop the stem off my artichoke, […]

Too Many Cooks*

“What’s the time?” I say to Seb, as I come round from a deep afternoon sleep. Sitting up, he switches his phone on.  “Oh dear,” he drawls.  “Six forty five.  I’d better make you something to eat.  When’s your train?” “Seven forty five,” I say.  “But I’m not tied to that one.  Let me have […]

The Charmed Bracelet*

The weekend guests are gone, leaving nothing but several bags of recycling – we munched our way through an impressive amount of food it seems – and a trail of their belongings: a book about running (MadFatRunner) and a grey sweater and blue shirt (Seb). Am missing both of them so much already.  Have just had a little […]

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 […]