Murder On Safari*

“This is nice,” I say as we walk through the safari park.  “Going out for the day, like a normal family.” “We’re not a normal family,” my brother says.  “In a normal family the children aren’t thirty three and thirty six or…” “That’s not what I mean,” I say, as a wallaby hops past.  “What […]

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Holes*

“Look,” Mum says, pointing to the grass at my feet.  We’re standing in the  parental garden.  Looking down, I see a small hole, about four centimetres in diameter.  You can see it in the attached photo. “What is it?” I say. “No one knows,” Mum says.  “The garden is covered in them, look.” Walking around […]

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.” […]

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 […]

Morning Glory*

“Come and help me observe my new flowers,” Mum says.  “It’s a Gardening Which study: to observe them for ten minutes four times during the summer on a sunny day – between ten in the morning and four in the afternoon – and to record the number and species of butterflies that land on them.” […]

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 […]

Blitzcat*

Watching The World At War.  This episode deals with Dunkirk and now we are approaching The Battle Of Britain. Have hung up one load of washing: the towels and washing-up cloths.  The other load has now finished, but it seems more important to watch these brave pilots.  Here they are, in their flying gear and […]

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 […]