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 […]

Sleeping Murder*

“Everything is ready,” MadFatRunner says.  She’s making a new dish for us: warm quinoa salad with halloumi and roasted red peppers.  “We need an easy thing to cook that isn’t the Omelette,” she says,  “Do you want me to do anything?” I say, as I rest in the nest, eating pickled cucumbers and drinking gin […]

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 […]

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 […]

Shadow Boxer*

“So how was your first day?” I ask Seb when he calls last night.  I’m waiting for my artichoke to cook.  It’s simmering away.  Not long to go now.  The room is filled with its earthy scent. “Oh, good, I think,” Seb says, sounding cheerful, as well he might, having just started a three year […]

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. […]