Blue Hydrangeas*

“I’m just going to have a bath,” I say to Seb when I wander into the living room after my sleep. “OK,” he says, running a hand through his mane of thick hair.  He’s sitting at my computer in his pants.   “What are you up to?” I say, putting a couple of dirty plates […]

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Murder Every Monday*

“It’s strange,” Seb says as we walk from the bus stop to my Office, “remembering the time when I lived here.  It was a difficult time – I was in a bad mental state.”  We’ve just passed the road where he was living when we met ten years ago. “I wasn’t,” I say.  “I was […]

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 […]

The Adventure Of The Six Napoleons*

“So, I’ve got an exam tomorrow,” Seb says, when he calls last night. “At what time – so I can send positive thoughts,” I say, although what I mean is: at what time – so I can text you to remind you to attend it.  Or: wonder if you know what time exam is.  Maybe check. […]

The Lion*

“So how was Thursday?” I ask Seb when he calls last night. “Well I handed in my Chemistry but it wasn’t good.  I’ve rather lost focus,” he says, sounding sad. I feel upset.  “Why?” I say. “Well, I’ve been drinking and thinking about other things,” he says.  “My exams start in two weeks.” He’s finally […]

Sleep Of Death*

Seb is asleep in the nest.  His arm is wrapped around me.  He makes contented little sleeping noises.  I don’t want him to go home, but he has college tomorrow and I have the Office and so we both need our sleep. On the television: Rafa has just beaten Jack Sock.  Now Novak is playing […]

The Yellow Wallpaper*

As we wait for Spin to start, I realise that the new studio wallpaper (photo attached) evokes that in the kitchen at my parental home.  It’s disconcerting.  It’s also Too Hot in here.  The air conditioning must be broken again.  Mustn’t grumble: this is my favourite Spin class – 11.15am on Saturday, and I haven’t […]

Wild Goose Chase*

“The thing is,” I say to Mum as we stand in the kitchen, “I’m so hot all the time: I’m burning up inside.”   I’m just back from a bike ride with Dad, after receiving my Zolodex injection at the doctor.  And I’ve got thrush again.  Who knows why. “It’s all very well you telling […]