The Weight Of Blood*

On my bike at the gym.  Gazing out of the window in front of me, I pedal as fast as possible whilst writing.  It’s autumnal out there: brown leaves, grey sky and people strolling past wearing coats.  Am going to cycle for thirty minutes and then do some weights. Writing this on my bike is […]

The Holiday Murders*

The parentals seem happy and relaxed, reading their books by the pool.  Is nice to see them smiling.  Being on holiday is good for them.  So, am going to make a list of how-to-make-their-lives-more-like-a-holiday which will implement on our return. 1.  Find more sunshine.  Or, failing that, purchase a couple of those light boxes for […]

Wicked Autumn*

“Hello lovely.  Am out with brother,” Seb’s message comes through at 2.44pm.  “Nice markets around so I’ll bring supper.  Any requests?” “Thank you,” I reply.  My darling Seb.  “Olives, bread and cheese please xxx.” Have been filming all day with Mum and am so exhausted that my mind has gone blank.  It’s already almost dark […]

Murder In The Bath*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I look at my watch. Six o’clock in the evening.  The whole day has vanished and there’s so much to do. “You could make me a cup of coffee, if you wanted to be useful,” I say to the panther and he just stretches and climbs […]

The Tale Of Mrs Tiggy-winkle*

Back at the flat.  My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine.  Red lights flash.  The wash is over.  Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer.  Soon, but not yet.  First must write this. Wish Mrs […]

Murder In A Basket*

“I’ve brought you a present,” my brother says, from the hall of the flat. “Oh, thank you,” I say.  I’ve just woken up from my afternoon sleep and I’m sitting up in bed.  That was a long sleep: three hours.  The panther lies on the bed next to me, rasping my cheek with his rough […]

Gun, With Occasional Music*

Despite the presence of the panther, there are some good things happening:  There were artichokes in the market today again.  Bought four.  Am at my Office.  Just met up with a friend for coffee.  Am wearing a bright pink dress which looks pretty.  Haven’t worn it for a while.  Is good to have rediscovered it […]

Red Is For Murder*

“I’m not going to let you ruin my relationship with Seb,” I tell the panther.  We’re sitting on the pale blue leather sofa in the parental living room. “You don’t need me to do that,” the panther says, flicking a velvety ear.  “You’re quite capable of scaring him away yourself, just by being your miserable, […]

The Beauty Of Murder*

“Would you like a little wheelie suitcase?” Mum says as we sit having our lunch.  “I’ll ask your father to get it down from the loft and…” “No, it’s OK,” I say.  “I’ve got that weekend bag, it’s…” “This is a tiny little one,” Mum says.  “It’s better – you don’t have to carry it.” […]

Night Of The Jaguar*

Back at the flat and am going to write this now, before my afternoon sleep, as when wake up will need to: 1.  Unload dishwasher. 2.  Put washing away. 3.  Make supper: probably The Omelette. 4.  Prepare self for the Office tomorrow. The panther lies sprawled across my bed, taking up most of it.  Am […]