The Taming Of The Queen*

“Tanya, I’ve done a bad thing,” Mum says, looking distressed.  “I’m afraid it’s your fault.” I’ve just surfaced from a sleep in the car.  We’re on our way to Abroad. “What’s happened?” I say. “I’ve forgotten the Marmite,” Mum says.  “You were meant to remind me and…” “I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it,” I say. […]

A Murder Of Wolves*

Sitting in a cafe in a trendy district of the city with brother.  He’s writing emails and has brought plugs, adaptors and so on.  Thought about bringing phone charger but decided against it and am now regretting this decision as battery down to about 20%. The dog at the table next to us barks and […]

A Cold Day For Murder*

My poor battered digestive system has sensed we’re going on A Day Trip and is protesting.   “Come on, let’s get going,” my brother says.  Our train leaves in an hour, it’s a five minute taxi ride to the station so we need to leave Right Now so we can be forty five minutes early. […]

Sleep With The Lights On*

“Argh, overslept,” I say to brother at 8am this morning as I make a quick pre-gym coffee. “You were up in the night,” brother says.  “I heard your meditation thing.” “Sorry,” I say, squeezing toothpaste onto my toothbrush.  Sunburn woke me in the night and had to run my Body Scan again to get back […]

Sunburn*

“I’ve been walking in the rain just to get wet on purpose…I’ve been getting away with it all my life…” The strains of Getting Away With It escape from my phone.  Now this truly is amazing: Absolute Radio 90s works in Abroad.  Was just feeling a little bit lonely – the others are at the […]

Murder In Port Aux Basques*

“Who was Tyndareus?  Do you think he went on Tinder.  Was he Philomela’s sister’s husband?” My brother says. “I don’t know,” I say, drinking my coffee, bustling around the room, looking for my key.  Have to get to the gym by 8am or won’t manage an hour in there before breakfast at 9. “Let’s look […]

Hippie Hollow: Murder On A Nude Beach*

Walking along the beach, kicking off my fit flops, feeling the sand between my toes.  Blue sky, cerulean sea, pale sand – golden retriever colour. Not the caramel of a working retriever, the pale yellow of a pet one, that is.  The colours of paradise.  A pair of small dogs bomb into the sea and […]

The Ten Commandments*

“It’s great,” my American cousin says as we settle down at the table for the Passover Seder.  “So peaceful.  The first time for so long to be sitting at a meal with no cellphones present.” He’s right, there is a special quality to the evening, with no-one distracted by their phones.  We’re in the middle […]

Two Wheels*

“Do you work here?” I ask the heavily tattooed but otherwise cute young chap fiddling with his smartphone in the gym.  He looks up. “Yeah,” he says.  That’s quite a tan he’s got: deep caramel. His hair is blond and brown spikes. “Plenty of machines here,” I say.  “Which is great.  Shame there’s no bikes […]

Running Stupid*

The Internet is a bit ropey here do bear with me.  Message from Seb: “Hello lovely.  Glad your enjoying yourself.” Sigh.  He went to a Top Public School.  Even if all he did there was “rugby, fighting and drinking.”  He could have learned the difference between ‘your’ and ‘you’re’, one might think. On holiday.  Have […]