“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 […]
“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 – […]
“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 […]
“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, […]
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 […]
“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. […]
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 […]
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 […]
“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,” […]
“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.” […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 