Murder On Wheels*

In an exciting change to my routine, Hannah is meeting me at the gym.  Am waiting on my exercise bike.  The sky is blue again. Things that need to do before Seb arrives sometime-between-six-o-clock-and-midnight: 1.  Put at least two washes on, a dark one and a white one. 2.  Hang them up. 3.  Make and eat […]

Murder In The Telephone Exchange*

“Hello,” Seb says.  He is calling me on the actual telephone. “Hello darling,” I say. “Isn’t the weather glorious?” he says. “Yes, it was great to come back to some sunshine,” I say. “I missed you,” he says. “I missed you too,” I say.  I wore my little silver necklace that you gave me the […]

A Cold Day For Murder*

My poor battered digestive system has sensed we’re going on A Day Trip and is protesting.   “Come on, let’s get going,” my brother says.  Our train leaves in an hour, it’s a five minute taxi ride to the station so we need to leave Right Now so we can be forty five minutes early. […]

The Next Right Thing*

Wednesday morning’s activities: 1.  Gym: kettlebell swings, lat pulldowns, chest weights, triceps and biceps, chest dumbells on ball, exercise bike. 2.  Three course breakfast: Shakshuka, salads, watermelon. 3.  Move some of the more-nearly-dry pairs of pants from the washing line above the bath to the sunny windowsill, so the wetter pairs can spread out a […]

Songs For The Missing*

“I’ll meet you down there,” I say to brother.  “Five minutes.”  We’re off to the safari park. Shutting my door, I burst into tears.  All day yesterday I didn’t get a message from Seb and when I wake up this morning: still no message. Drying my eyes, I go through to the lounge. “You OK?” […]

Two Wheels*

“Do you work here?” I ask the heavily tattooed but otherwise cute young chap fiddling with his smartphone in the gym.  He looks up. “Yeah,” he says.  That’s quite a tan he’s got: deep caramel. His hair is blond and brown spikes. “Plenty of machines here,” I say.  “Which is great.  Shame there’s no bikes […]

The Dinosaur Feather*

What am I going to do, I think.  Am allergic to feathers and it is possible, even probable, that Seb has feather bedding.  All day I worry about this. “Well then you must take your own bedding in a wheely suitcase,” a friend says.  And would, if was going there and back in car.  But […]