The Hound Of The Baskervilles*

“Am setting off now,” Seb’s message comes through at 3.11pm today.  “Are you up to a Restaurant?” “Think so!”  I say.  “You?”  Have just this minute arrived home from the hospital and am settling under my furry blanket.   “I am,” Seb replies.  “Only if you’re up to it though.  See what your parents think.” […]

Crying At The Discotheque

“I just don’t understand why I’m still so fat,” I say to Katerina. We’re by the TRX machine: it has handles hanging on ropes from a horizontal bar. “You’re not,” she says. “You look great.” “I’ve put on a stone since starting the cancer treatment,” I say. “And I’ve been doing personal training twice a […]