The Woman In White*

“You could put that Madeira in one of your cocktails,” Mum says. “Where is it?” I say, pouring gin, Cointreau and lemon juice into the measuring jug.  Am making a White Lady. “In the door of the fridge,” Mum says. Opening the fridge, I take out the tall thin bottle, open it, sniff it.  Am […]

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The Shanghai Gesture*

One characteristic of manic depressives is a tendency to become obsessed with people, subjects or things.  Have learned about a variety of subjects because of my disorder: from Robbie Williams to Akitas and from Michael Ballack to the Icelandic horse.  These obsessions can become expensive, and tend to last for the duration of a hypomanic […]

The Longest Day*

“Would you like some breakfast?” Mum asks the fluffy monster.  Am not allowed any breakfast as will be Operation soon.  It’s 6.15am.  Have been awake since 5am.  Feeling sick but am forcing down some water and am allowed to take my morning Meds. The fluffy monster is saying that he wants to go outside in […]

Two Sets To Murder*

“It’s great to see Rafa playing well again,” Mum says, sipping her glass of white wine.  We’re watching the tennis recorded earlier in the day. Rafa is looking good: he’s just broken David Ferrer’s serve and held his first service game to love.  He’s looking fit and purposeful: bouncing around the back of the court. […]

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 […]

Scaredy Cat*

“What are you doing?” I ask Mum from underneath my furry blanket. “Just moving some photographs around,” Mum says. “Why don’t you sit here with me and do the crossword?” I say.  “You’re always saying that you want to see me, and now I’m here you…” “Finished the crossword,” Mum says.  “Anyway, you’re writing the […]

Cold Killing*

“Seventeen degrees,” Dad says, looking at the temperature gauge in the car when he picks me up from the station at lunchtime today.  “It’s a warm day.  It’s much colder than that in our house.  And we’ve got a new leak in the roof.” “Whereabouts is the leak?” I say. “It’s in a new place,” […]

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 […]