Shallow Grave*

“You can tell by his game that he’s worried: just the way he’s hitting the ball, the errors he’s making,” the commentator says.  David Goffin, the world number 16, is a set and a break down to Kyle Edmund, the British twenty year old ranked 100 in the world. “He should be strutting around there […]

Match Point For Murder*

“I’m not going to write a blog about this match if there isn’t anything to say,” I say to the parentals.  Thirteen minutes into the first semi-final and Novak is leading Rafa 3 – 0. “What do you mean?” Dad says, looking up from his Financial Times.   “Well if Novak just wins 6 – […]

Death In The City Of Light*

“Where are you?xxx” Seb texts at 7.01pm this evening. “Parentals.  In the middle of supper.  Call you when am finished,” I fire back. This gives me thirty seven minutes to write a blog, as have finished supper and it’s now 7.23pm.  Will call him at eight o’clock.  The parentals have gone out, leaving the fluffy […]

Playing With Bones*

“Hello?” I say, answering the flat phone at seven o’clock last night. “Hello, my lovely,” Seb says. “My darling,” I say, chopping up a courgette for The Omelette.  “How were the exams?” “Fine,” Seb says.  “They weren’t much of a challenge, and I just have to pass them.  The pass mark is pretty low.” “Oh, […]

The Cry Of The Owl*

Cycling up to the mill with Dad, a white bird catches my eye.  At first I assume it’s a seagull, but then it turns towards me.  The heart-shaped face is unmistakable: it’s a barn owl.   Swooping low over the field, it turns and vanishes into the trees. “Did you see the barn owl?” I […]

Quick Study*

“So, did you have an exam today, my darling?” I ask Seb when he calls last night. “No,” he says.  “We were out doing fieldwork and…” “When do they start?” I say, opening the dishwasher, taking the cups out and putting them in the cupboard. “I think the Ecology ones start this week,” Seb says.  […]

Snakes And Earrings*

Ouch.  My ears are sore and weeping.  Removing the beautiful gold and sapphire earrings that Seb gave me, I put them away in their velvet-lined box.  Cleaning my sleepers with the special solution, I push them back into my ears.  Ah, that’s better.   The silver backs that Seb chose for the earrings are quite […]

November Patriots*

Walking to my bus stop in the fog this morning, I compile a list of things-to-look-forward-to in November:  Autumnwatch starts tonight. New series of Peep Show starts 11th November. Have two new A-line skirts, a brown suede-look one and a black one.  Can wear them with tights and boots. Longer nights mean that the fluffy […]

Sycamore Row*

“Wait a minute,” I say to Seb as we walk down my road this morning.  “I’d better take a photo of that tree for the blog now, in case the light changes or…” “OK, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me.   “Oh look – there’s a pigeon up there,” I say.   “Hello pigeon,” […]

Bad Traffic*

“Hello,” I say answering the flat phone last night. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’ve made it back to my Mum’s house so…” “Oh good,” I say, chopping some broccoli for The Omelette and sweeping it into the frying pan.  “Did you have a good weekend?” “Wonderful,” Seb says.  “Such beautiful scenery.  It was magical.” […]