Borrowed Light*

Good things: 1.  Seb is here. 2.  We weren’t late to meet his friends for lunch. 3.  They seemed to like me. 4.  Conversation flowed. 5.  Have clean sheets (thank you Mum)! 6.  Have just achieved afternoon sleep. 7.  Maybe Seb has made some supper. 8.  Even if he hasn’t, there are vegetables. 9.  Have […]

Murder Among Friends*

“I haven’t seen you for ages,” Suzie says when I answer the door, after we’ve had a hug. “It’s only been a couple of weeks hasn’t it?”  I say.  “Sorry, darling, I was asleep.”  Didn’t make it to the door in time. “Thought you probably were,” she says.  “Anyway – a couple of weeks is […]

The Tale Of Mrs Tiggy-winkle*

Back at the flat.  My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine.  Red lights flash.  The wash is over.  Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer.  Soon, but not yet.  First must write this. Wish Mrs […]

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 […]

Hot Dish Heaven*

It’s 5.15pm.  My phone buzzes. “It did take me a little longer than I’d hoped, but I’m on a train on my way to you.  Do you have gin? Xxx,” the message says.  It’s from Seb, obviously. “Ah well done!  Yes, of course I do.  What time does train get in and where?” I say. […]

Absent In The Spring*

The sky is an unbroken blue out of the gym window.  The televisions are broken so just had to watch the end of the Davis Cup doubles match on my phone.  And we lost.   Anyway: mustn’t grumble.  Is Spring weather out there: left coat at home and walked here in sweater, gloves and scarf. […]

The Black Minutes*

Waiting for Seb. He calls: “I’m terribly sorry,” he says. “My TomTom lost its signal and I seem to be near Croydon and…” “OK, so what time do you think you’ll be here,” I say. Looking at my watch, I see that it’s two o’clock, the time that he was meant to arrive. “Well the […]

The Demanding Dead*

“I’m planning to invite you for dinner, do you eat Indian food?” the message comes through from MediaChap. “Yes!  My best food :)”  I reply.  “Would that be Wednesday dinner?” This is very exciting: MediaChap is going to cook for me.  Or maybe he is going to order a take-away, I think.  Hope not: don’t […]

This Is Hardcore

“What would you like to drink?” the chap says, in a far more – I don’t know – cockney accent than I was expecting, or probably Mockney, come to think of it – the sort of accent Damon Albarn used to affect in the 90s. This one’s 36, 6 ft 4 and appears to be […]