Royal Blood*

“I want someone to share my life” screams the headline of the Evening Standard.  “Prince Harry today spoke of how he wants to find the love of his life to settle down and have children.” My Prince Harry!  Ah how sweet.  Hope he meets someone wonderful very soon then.  Would offer to do it myself but: 1.  […]

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The Easter Egg Murder*

“I don’t see why we have to see all the doctors again tomorrow,” I say to Mum when she calls.  “We spent all day at the hospital on Wednesday and the oncologist said that we were allowed to go on holiday and…” “Because they did all those tests last week and they need to give […]

Dating Is Murder*

Monday morning at 8.15am and am settled on my bike at the gym.  The sky is a cloudless blue.  This is becoming a regular part of my Monday morning routine, which is brilliant. Thinking about what I’ve learned from nine months of dating: 1.  When swiping through Tinder profiles at the rate of sixty or […]

Love Story*

“So, um, I just wanted to say,” I say, and then stop.  How to put this and, really is it a good idea to… “Go on,” Seb says. “I just wanted to say that, um, well, since we sort of got back together…we are back together aren’t we?”  I ask him. “Yes,” he says, touching […]

Goodbye To All That

“Biopsies have both come back cancerous.  Going to need a lot of investigations and possible surgery. Don’t have the emotional resources to put into anything else.  Think you are lovely, have enjoyed your company.  If you want to, we can be friends xxx”.  Taking a deep breath, I press send and the message floats through […]

Invisible Monsters

“The biopsies have both come back cancerous,” I text Seb when we arrive home from hospital last night.  “Have to have MRI then other scans to see if it has spread.  Oh dear.” My phone rings.  It’s him.      “Hi darling,” I say, so happy that he’s called.      “Are you ok?” He […]

Spitfires Over Malta

“So, um, well, this is our third date,” I say to MediaChap as we sit in the Iranian/ Turkish restaurant. We’ve taken a side-street off the Edgware Road and ended up in this place because there’s wine. “Yes, it is,” MediaChap says, taking my hand. The restaurant is dark. Next to us there is a […]

Something Rotten In The State Of Denmark

1. DON’T suggest meeting at a swanky bar that is not only prohibitively expensive but also attached to a restaurant. 2. If he arrives, says “I’m starving, shall we get some food here” DON’T say “Yes” if you’ve never been to the restaurant before. 3. If the menu arrives and you can tell that it’s […]

Clubbed To Death

No word from MediaChap since Saturday night and I can see that my WhatsApp message yesterday hasn’t been delivered. Maybe he has broken or even lost his phone. Or been kidnapped by aliens. It’s strange to think that in this day and age, where one can be connected to someone on so many different devices […]

Have His Carcase

Back on the bike, at the gym, writing this. It’s dark outside. The panther has vanished thankfully and my thoughts run along these tracks: 1. Am I waiting for MediaChap to say “I don’t want you to meet other boys”. For example: have no plans this evening. Have a few boy vultures circling my carcase/ […]