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 […]

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 […]