It’s A Wonderful Life*

1.  Happy Christmas from lunch with Lily and her family and canine nephew! 2.  Running round the three gardens with this beagle person:    3.  Am having fun. 4.  It’s nearly lunchtime: sprouts, red cabbage, tofurkey, parsnips, potatoes… 5.  Did sprouts My Self.  Am Amazing Underchef. 6.  Not puking anymore. 7.  Wearing this:     8. […]

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Blue Hydrangeas*

“I’m just going to have a bath,” I say to Seb when I wander into the living room after my sleep. “OK,” he says, running a hand through his mane of thick hair.  He’s sitting at my computer in his pants.   “What are you up to?” I say, putting a couple of dirty plates […]

Flowers For Her Grave*

“Do you think I’m too old for these,” I say to Seb as we walk past a market stall selling silk flower headbands.  Seb has come to my Office to take me out to lunch before he returns home this evening. Have been thinking about these flower headbands since first noticed them around in the […]

High Anxiety*

I’m going to try to describe Anxiety.  It’s much misunderstood I think.   There’s a wren flying around the house, trying to get out and she can’t and you’re chasing after her, trying to coax her towards the door and you’ve got to got to got to chase her out because you’re off on holiday […]

Work. Rest. Repeat*

It’s been one-of-those-days.  Traffic, too much work and assorted other stresses.  My phone rings when I’m on my way home at long last at seven o’clock. “Hello,” I say. “Hello,” Seb says, for it is him.  Immediately, I feel better: hearing his mellifluous drawl.  He has not forgotten me, my wonderful boy . “Hi darling,” […]

Murder In The Telephone Exchange*

“Hello,” Seb says.  He is calling me on the actual telephone. “Hello darling,” I say. “Isn’t the weather glorious?” he says. “Yes, it was great to come back to some sunshine,” I say. “I missed you,” he says. “I missed you too,” I say.  I wore my little silver necklace that you gave me the […]

Happy Days*

Just having a little cry about how much am going to miss Seb, how am not going to see him for ages and so on.  Then all of a sudden two nice things happen: 1.  See the attached sign outside a pub.  So now am smiling about my lovely weekend instead of crying. 2.  Dave […]

Flesh Wounds*

“Ouch,” I howl, bursting into tears.  My underarm burns with pain. “Oh I’m so sorry,” the doctor says.  “I didn’t realise that you’d just shaved your underarm till I’d already wiped the alcohol all over it.”     “Here,” the nurse says, handing me a wet tissue.     Wiping it off, I try to […]