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,” […]

Hot Dish Heaven*

It’s 5.15pm.  My phone buzzes. “It did take me a little longer than I’d hoped, but I’m on a train on my way to you.  Do you have gin? Xxx,” the message says.  It’s from Seb, obviously. “Ah well done!  Yes, of course I do.  What time does train get in and where?” I say. […]

Murder On Wheels*

In an exciting change to my routine, Hannah is meeting me at the gym.  Am waiting on my exercise bike.  The sky is blue again. Things that need to do before Seb arrives sometime-between-six-o-clock-and-midnight: 1.  Put at least two washes on, a dark one and a white one. 2.  Hang them up. 3.  Make and eat […]

Dear Zoo*

So: my Zoo is my happy place.  Or one of them.  And today was my first time in the Lemur Walk Through exhibit which opened a mere two weeks ago. “You’re not allowed to touch the lemurs,” the pretty, young keeper says.  Her waist-length, dark curly hair reminds me of my hair, when it was […]

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 […]

Kiss Of Death*

“Hope you had a good sleep last night,” Seb’s message comes through at 10.48am this morning, when am at the Office.  “I did.  Deliceous (sp)!! xxx” “Me too.  And lovely orange cuddles.  Now Office.  Working hard? xxx”  I say.  Points for effort for that spelling of ‘delicious’, if not for accuracy. “Not yet.  Soon x”  Seb […]

The Spaghetti Murders*

Seb has popped out for a few minutes to run some errands so am writing this.  He’s just made us some spaghetti with tomato and mushroom sauce and Parmesan for lunch. Was a lovely evening at Seb’s Mum’s house but neither of us slept well.  Had such nice cuddles with the fluffy monster’s uncle: photo […]

The Dinosaur Feather*

What am I going to do, I think.  Am allergic to feathers and it is possible, even probable, that Seb has feather bedding.  All day I worry about this. “Well then you must take your own bedding in a wheely suitcase,” a friend says.  And would, if was going there and back in car.  But […]