Wolf Winter*

“Thank you so much, my darling,” I say, as Seb pulls over outside my Office this morning.  My darling boy has driven me to work on his way back to the other side of the country. “That’s quite alright, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me, his turquoise eyes bright. “Not just for driving me […]

Towards Zero*

“If he wins, Andy and Kim will have to call the baby Davis,” I say to Seb. We’re in the nest in front of the television, and Andy is leading David Goffin 6 – 3, 7 – 5, 5 – 3.  Kim Murray is due to give birth in February. “Or David,” Seb says, as […]

Killer Instinct*

“Have set off,” Seb’s message comes through at 11.13am, “but will be after lunch arrival.  A while after.  Sorry xxx.” “That’s OK my love,” I reply, on my return from a bike ride with Dad.  “The doubles starts at 2pm.  I go back to flat to prepare for it.” Andy and Jamie Murray must win […]

Shallow Grave*

“You can tell by his game that he’s worried: just the way he’s hitting the ball, the errors he’s making,” the commentator says.  David Goffin, the world number 16, is a set and a break down to Kyle Edmund, the British twenty year old ranked 100 in the world. “He should be strutting around there […]

Taken At The Flood*

“Where are you, lovely? xxx” Seb’s message comes through at 4.59pm. “At the parentals,” I reply. The phone rings.   “That’ll be my boyfriend,” I say, reaching for it. “Hello?” I say.   “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How are you darling?” I say, feeling happy to hear his voice. “I seem to have flooded […]

The Cold Nowhere*

“So, did you get your project in on time?” I ask Seb when he calls last night. “Yes,” he says.  “It’s not my best work though.  And I didn’t realise till an hour before that we were going to have to do a presentation as well and…” “You’re good at those,” I say, chopping a […]

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 […]

Match Point For Murder*

“I’m not going to write a blog about this match if there isn’t anything to say,” I say to the parentals.  Thirteen minutes into the first semi-final and Novak is leading Rafa 3 – 0. “What do you mean?” Dad says, looking up from his Financial Times.   “Well if Novak just wins 6 – […]

The Beast Must Die*

4.15pm and already it’s almost dark outside.  Am writing this on my bike at the gym.  Didn’t make it here this morning, due to an unusually late night last night with my writing chums.  So am here now, despite epic levels of can’t-be-bothered.  Know that will be pleased with self, even if just write this […]

Time, Murderer, Please*

“So, I’m having trouble getting to sleep at the moment,” Seb says when he calls last night.  “I’ve just got so much work to do and I fall asleep but I wake up every hour and…” “Maybe it would be a good idea to get back to boxing and the gym?” I say.  “That will […]