Murder On Black Friday*

Friday Favourites (sorry to copy you Hannah Gale http://www.hannahgale.co.uk) 1.  Cuddling the Keeshond in the attached photo on his sofa. 2.  Whilst watching House Of Cards.  At last.  It’s good. 3.  Walking with this fluffy person in the woods and meeting his friend, a Finnish Lapphund:   4.  Partaking of mulled wine with Mr Fluffball in […]

The Falcon’s Malteser*

“What would you like to drink my lovely?” Seb says.  We’re in his new local pub where we’ve arrived in time to order food before tonight’s rugby: New Zealand v France. “Double gin and slimline tonic please darling,” I say, smiling up at him.  He disappears to the bar. “If I can just do a […]

An Appetite For Murder*

“Oh, there you are, Tanya,” Mum says as I wander into the kitchen in search of fizzy water.  “Can you find that kitten and ask him why he hasn’t eaten his supper?” “OK,” I say.  “What?  In the wild?  There isn’t any fizzy water in the fridge or…” “No, he’s in the house somewhere,” Mum […]

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 […]

I Dream Of Murder*

“Oh, I’ve always smoked a lot of weed. I don’t find that it affects me at all,” the girl says.  We’re sitting at a wooden table in The Stables restaurant of the local country club.  The ceiling is beamed.  Looking around, this is so weird, I think.  Next to the girl is her mother on […]

Rules Of Murder*

The washing machine is blinking to tell me that he needs unloading and the washing must be hung up and…no…I just can’t.  Later. Reading magazines so you don’t have to: today’s gems: 1.  “A U.S. Study found participants to be more likely to expect a date to get intimate after downing a sugary drink. It’s […]

The Jewel In The Crown

“So you’re not in Bristol with MediaChap then?” Suzie says when I call. “Obviously not,” I say. “What happened?” “He messaged at lunchtime to say lots of people dropped out and the pub had been cancelled and there weren’t going to be many people going and he reckoned it wasn’t worth me making the journey. […]