Nightcrawler*

Jolting out of sleep, I check my watch: 3.45am.  Yuck.  I’m wide awake: morning-awake.  Switching my phone on, reaching for my water bottle, I gulp some down.  It’s annoying, but understandable.  Am, despite what have been telling everyone (why?) nervous about Major Surgery in 2 days time.   Checking Facebook, there are about ten of […]

Mystery In White*

   Normal service will be resumed tomorrow.  Mood has gone quite high so am going to meditate and rest. Tomorrow am dog sitting all day for the fluffy Keeshond.  Can’t wait.  Have cancelled all my more-stimulating plans as am not up to them.  Need to rest. The attached photo is the elephant in Seb’s Mum’s […]

Waterloo Sunset*

“But you said you’d take me to the garden centre,” I say, sitting next to Mum on the sofa.  Need to get out of the house and do something.  Can’t just sit here. “We can go at two o’clock,” Mum says, looking at the crossword, pen poised above the paper. “That won’t give us long […]

Never Leave My Bed*

 “It’s difficult having a conversation with you at the moment as you can’t follow it,” Seb says yesterday.  We’re walking back to the flat from the coffee shop where Seb has consumed his coffee, whilst I spilt my one all over the floor.  “We’re not communicating: you’re just wrapped up in your thoughts.  You’re not […]

Design For Living*

1.  Seb is here. 2.  Walked the Keeshond yesterday with MadFatRunner.  Had fun.  Got a bit lost and were out for 3 hours. 3.  He is in attached photo. 4.  Lit the Chanukah candles and fed MadFatRunner latkes. 5. Pizza is coming. 6.  So is sleep eventually. 7.  Mood has gone up a bit so […]

Sleeping Murder*

“Everything is ready,” MadFatRunner says.  She’s making a new dish for us: warm quinoa salad with halloumi and roasted red peppers.  “We need an easy thing to cook that isn’t the Omelette,” she says,  “Do you want me to do anything?” I say, as I rest in the nest, eating pickled cucumbers and drinking gin […]

The Appearance Of Murder*

“Rather a lot of parcels have arrived for you,” Dad says. “Oh, good,” I say, looking at the pile of boxes and padded envelopes on the dining room table. “What are all these packages?” Mum says, looking at me with that you’ve-gone-high-again-haven’t-you look.  Or as a friend once put it: “Your mother looks terrified: as […]

Pain And Gain*

“You’re early,” my trainer says, smiling, at nine o’clock this morning. “Yes,” I say.  “The panther’s gone.  Been awake since six thirty nine and…” “I’m just going to put my bag in the office,” she says, tying her long hair up.  With her hair down, she could be any pretty girl.  Hair up, she’s transformed […]

Allergic Reaction*

“There’s a new pill you can take, made of house dust mites, that stops you being allergic to them,” Dad says.  We’re in the car on the way to an important family event: my new baby cousin’s circumcision. “Yum,”  I say. “Isn’t that what that weird allergy doctor recommended in the summer?” Mum says. “Don’t […]

Murder On The Astral Plane*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, looking at my watch, I see that it’s 6.32pm.  Opening the curtains, I realise that it’s dark outside. “I’m hungry,” the panther says, kneading my tummy with his paws. “You know where the kitchen is,” I tell him.  “I’m not eating yet.  Have to write the […]