“I’ve left a piece of work a little late,” Seb’s message comes through at 8.16pm last night. “Realise I’ve got to get it completed by 12 tomorrow. Bit of an all-nighter I fear. How are you? Xxx.” Hope he managed to finish it and get it in on time. “I do seem to have […]
“Hello,” I say answering the flat phone last night. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “I’ve made it back to my Mum’s house so…” “Oh good,” I say, chopping some broccoli for The Omelette and sweeping it into the frying pan. “Did you have a good weekend?” “Wonderful,” Seb says. “Such beautiful scenery. It was magical.” […]
“I will drive you home today,” Seb says. He is wearing his grey vest that he puts on to channel Marlon Brando as Stanley in Streetcar. Somehow it makes him look even more posh though: his mane of hair flopping over his face and his big, turquoise eyes. He has such a kind, open face. […]
