A Meditation On Murder*

“Hello lovely, all well?”  Seb’s message comes through at 6.30pm last night.  “Very good here.  Despite all my self abuse, meditation’s going pretty well.  You keep popping into my mind during meditation.  Sending loving thoughts xxx” “Sending loving thoughts back,” I fire off, just in case he can read it straight away.  “You are in […]

The Clouded Leopard*

Sitting in the park on my lunch break.  So far, the alcoholics are avoiding me and have arranged themselves on the benches around the park’s edges, where they argue and swig from their cans.  It is unseasonably cold but have removed my fleece so can sit on it – a fleece!  In July!   If am […]

The Nine Tailors*

“What are your measurements, Tanya?” Seb says as he’s packing his huge rucksack this morning.  “Is it OK if I leave this shirt here?” “Of course,” I say, taking the shirt from him.  It’s my favourite one: big blue and grey checks and it feels soft.  Am pleased that it will be here so I […]

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 […]

The Diary Of A Killer Cat*

“Looking forward to seeing you, lovely.  Can I bring anything later? xxx” Seb’s message comes through at 1.21pm today as I’m sitting at my desk in my Office. “Balsamic vinegar please,” I say.  Am running low on this and need it for the artichokes.  Could, and probably should, purchase it myself, but it is good […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]