Love You To Death*

  “Hope you’re getting on OK.  I’m sure you are xx”  Seb texts at 2.04pm yesterday.  Ahhhhhh my darling boy. “Am.  Thank you.  You?”  I say. “I’m fine.  Just got back home.  Speak soon xx” he says. “Just got home at last.  Had such a lovely time, thank you xxx” I text him at 7.57pm. “Me […]

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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 […]

A Vindication Of The Rights Of Woman*

Happy International Women’s Day everyone.  Unfortunately am spending it: making self look pretty for my Seb; cooking, cleaning and waiting for him.  He is, of course, running late: he’s lost his phone and so on.  As MadFatRunner says, am “a slave to the Patriarchy.” “He does seem to have a somewhat calamitous relationship to logistics,” […]

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 Field Of Blood*

“It’s a suffocating performance from Andy Murray,” the commentator says.  I’m watching the Davis Cup with the parentals.  Andy is pulverising the American Donald Young: he’s just taken the first two sets in thirty minutes or so.  Andy’s looking fit, tough and untroubled by his back or his opponent.  Which is good.  It’s a riotous […]

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 […]

Nothing Of Importance*

     “What did you think of Wolf Hall?”  Seb’s text message says.       “Haven’t seen yet,” I reply.  He means the final episode which aired on Wednesday.  Was with MediaChap watching ‘Hitler’s Bodyguard’ and ‘The World of War,’ but can’t tell Seb this.  Have been unfaithful to my darling: watching war programmes […]

Deadly Decisions

Pros and Cons of MediaChap Pros: 1.  He is kind and affectionate to me and obviously likes me.  He messages often. 2.  Has read some books. 3.  Thinks am gorgeous. 4.   Has lovely blue eyes. 5.  Has spent time in Israel and is not an antisemite. 6.   Has, as Dad puts it, “a […]

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 […]