The Fugitive Pigeon*

“How is my fluffy?” I ask Mum when I call to let the parentals know that have made it to my Office.  If I don’t call, they just assume that am Still In Bed or have snuck off to the gym. “He’s a very naughty boy,” Mum says, in her Teacher Voice. “What has he […]

A Gentleman’s Guide To Love And Murder*

“Do you think I have time to look for a charger for my pipe around here,” Seb says as we sit outside a pub, sipping our drinks. “If you’re quick,” I say, sighing inwardly.  For once we’ve made it out in time and I’m enjoying a gin and slimline tonic and a rest before the […]

The Name Of The Rose*

“Hello lovely!” Seb’s message arrives at 12.51pm today.  “My Mum has changed her mind about her collection from hospital and my stepdad is going to do it instead.  Have to clean my flat as the agents want to show it.  Am going to head up to you first thing tomorrow.  Buzz you later. xxx” “Woohoo […]

Nobody Does It Better*

“I have set off my lovely,” Seb’s message comes through at 12.07pm today.  “But will still be a while.  May miss the start of the tennis.  See you in a bit.” He is coming to see me.  And am here in front of my television so it doesn’t matter when he arrives. “Yay!  Can’t wait […]

Poison In Play*

“So Maria must wonder what she can actually do about this…seventeen defeats by Serena in a row,” Sue Barker says to Lindsay Davenport.  Or maybe Lindsay says this to Sue.  Am not sure.  And it doesn’t matter.  The very fact that they are now chatting in the studio means that I have missed the Serena […]

A Streetcar Named Desire*

“I will drive you home today,” Seb says.  He is wearing his grey vest that he puts on to channel Marlon Brando as Stanley in Streetcar.  Somehow it makes him look even more posh though: his mane of hair flopping over his face and his big, turquoise eyes.  He has such a kind, open face. […]

Hard Times*

“So, what other matches are on today?” Seb says, taking a swig of his beer.  We are sitting in the television room of his local pub.  Or, the local pub that he is prepared to take me to anyway.  The pub a few doors down from his house is apparently “not a nice place”.  This […]

Don’t Look Now*

Unfortunately the last scan has flagged up possible bone mets.  There may be cancer in my spine.  So, need MRI scan to investigate this further.  Here are some nice things though: 1.  Am with my Seb by the seaside. 2.  Am staying here till Monday. 3.  We have walked down to the beach a couple […]

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 […]

Rope Enough*

“Right, I’m out of the door and on my way,” the message comes through from Seb at 4.04pm.  “Can’t imagine it will take me more than two and a half hours.  So: 6.30pm I reckon.  I’m training it.  Don’t feel like driving.  See you soon xxx.” “See you soon darling,” I reply.  “Please ring doorbell/ […]