The Hound Of The Baskervilles*

“I’m going back online to meet someone,” I say to Mum.  We’re just about to set off to see my psychiatrist. “But darling,” Mum says.  “What about Seb?” “A dog,” I say.  “There’s a website where you can meet dogs.  To be friends with and…” “But what if you injure them or break something in […]

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Genius In Murder*

Woohoo!  Have been nominated for this award by the wonderful Tara at ‘After The Rain’.  Thank you so much Tara. So, I have to say 7 things about my self. 1.  Always wanted to be a zookeeper when I grew up.  Worked at my zoo as a volunteer in various departments: Children’s Zoo, Small Mammal […]

The Possibilities*

“Wonder what the hotel gym looks like,” I bet you’re saying to yourself as you read this.  “So much of this week’s blog is set there, and yet there isn’t a single photo.” So, have attached photo of the weights rack, along with my new purple Adidas gym gear.   Going to do a bit […]

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 […]

Dances With Wolves*

“Are you nearly here?” I ask Arjen when I bump into him on Facebook messenger.  He is visiting from Amsterdam on Friday. “Hahaha just a couple of days waiting,” he says.  “Which tube station should I take?” He names the correct station. “Yes that’s right,” I say. Unlike MediaChap, Arjen will be able to use the GPS […]

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 […]

This Is Not An Exit

“So, we’ll just have drinks,” Richard Dawkins the Atheist says to our waitress. Or, as we’re going to call him, Dick. “I thought we were eating?” I say. It’s 7.20pm and I’m hungry and…anyway…it’s not up to him to dictate whether or not I eat something. “I have dinner plans,” Dick says. “Oh,” I say, […]

Mad Pilgrimage Of The Flesh

“It was a bit of an elderly audience, wasn’t it?” Hannah says as I wait with her for her bus in the rain.  We’ve just been to a couple of Jewish Book Week talks.  The first one was “Women in Dark Times” with Jacqueline Rose and Helena Kennedy and touched on Marilyn Monroe, Rosa Luxembourg […]

Busy Monsters

No word from MediaChap since Saturday.  Hope he is OK.  Wonder if he is cross with me about something.  Perhaps he has found my blog or…I don’t know. “Hope you are OK?  Cuddle,” I message him on WhatsApp. “Hey, what’s up?  You at work?” He fires back. “Just some stuff.  Possible lymphodoema in arm, allergic […]

Look Back In Anger

“Hi darling. Have you booked flight?” I say to Arjen in a Facebook message. Need to know as am trying to arrange a dinner with my writing workshop group. “Yes I have,” his message comes back. “Woohoo! On the Friday!” I ask him. Arjen is of my faith, remember, so is fine to see him […]