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 […]

Design For Living*

1.  Seb is here. 2.  Walked the Keeshond yesterday with MadFatRunner.  Had fun.  Got a bit lost and were out for 3 hours. 3.  He is in attached photo. 4.  Lit the Chanukah candles and fed MadFatRunner latkes. 5. Pizza is coming. 6.  So is sleep eventually. 7.  Mood has gone up a bit so […]

The Appearance Of Murder*

“Rather a lot of parcels have arrived for you,” Dad says. “Oh, good,” I say, looking at the pile of boxes and padded envelopes on the dining room table. “What are all these packages?” Mum says, looking at me with that you’ve-gone-high-again-haven’t-you look.  Or as a friend once put it: “Your mother looks terrified: as […]

Shallow Grave*

“You can tell by his game that he’s worried: just the way he’s hitting the ball, the errors he’s making,” the commentator says.  David Goffin, the world number 16, is a set and a break down to Kyle Edmund, the British twenty year old ranked 100 in the world. “He should be strutting around there […]

The Cold Nowhere*

“So, did you get your project in on time?” I ask Seb when he calls last night. “Yes,” he says.  “It’s not my best work though.  And I didn’t realise till an hour before that we were going to have to do a presentation as well and…” “You’re good at those,” I say, chopping a […]

Polly Put The Kettle On*

Some good things: 1.  Met the Keeshond in the attached photo today.  He’s adorable. 2.  Have trial walk with him on Wednesday or Thursday. 3.  It’s the Davis Cup final next weekend. 4.  Whilst the heating has broken at the parentals, am at the flat where it is warm. 5.  Enjoyed some cuddles with the […]

Match Point For Murder*

“I’m not going to write a blog about this match if there isn’t anything to say,” I say to the parentals.  Thirteen minutes into the first semi-final and Novak is leading Rafa 3 – 0. “What do you mean?” Dad says, looking up from his Financial Times.   “Well if Novak just wins 6 – […]

Two Sets To Murder*

“It’s great to see Rafa playing well again,” Mum says, sipping her glass of white wine.  We’re watching the tennis recorded earlier in the day. Rafa is looking good: he’s just broken David Ferrer’s serve and held his first service game to love.  He’s looking fit and purposeful: bouncing around the back of the court. […]

The Storm Without*

“I’ve found some ‘Winston Churchill’ daffodil bulbs for you,” Mum says, kneeling on the decking in my garden. “Thank you, Mum,” I say.  Who would have thought that Adulthood would consist of counting-down-the-days-till-can-see-my-parentals each week, I think.   After Mum has planted my bulbs, she tidies my bookshelves. “Mum, please can you help me change […]

Allergic Reaction*

“There’s a new pill you can take, made of house dust mites, that stops you being allergic to them,” Dad says.  We’re in the car on the way to an important family event: my new baby cousin’s circumcision. “Yum,”  I say. “Isn’t that what that weird allergy doctor recommended in the summer?” Mum says. “Don’t […]