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 […]

Laburnum Grove*

“Happy Monday lovely.  Hope you had a nice day with the fluffy monster.  Sleep well xxx”  Seb’s message comes through at 9.17pm last night. “He sends cuddles.  Was great to see him.  Hope the day has been productive xxx” I reply.  In fact, only saw my darling orange cat person for about five minutes, which […]

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 […]

Birthdays For The Dead*

“I’d like the new Peter Ackroyd Hitchcock biography.  Or the new Kate Atkinson.  For my birthday,” I say to my brother.  He’s shaving his head over the sink, with an electric device.  There’s a loud buzzing.  He probably can’t hear me. “What’s that?” He shouts, turning  off the electric shaver, lifting his head up. “You’ve […]

Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Silk Stocking*

“So,” Seb says when he calls at lunchtime today.  “I’m planning your birthday and…is there anything you want to see at the theatre or cinema or…” “A Royal Night Out,” I say.  “Rupert Everett as George VI.  The Queen and Princess Margaret going out on VE Day, it’s out on my birthday and…” “Ah I […]

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 […]

A Cat In Wolf’s Clothing*

“Are you free?” A message comes through.  From my Seb, of course. “Yes,” I say.  “Call the flat.”  I’m just home from the office.   The phone rings. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello,” he says, in his mellifluous drawl.  He has the richest timbre to his voice. “I’m glad it’s you,” I say, turning […]