Elephants Can Remember*

On the bus to my Office, I have a strong sense that I’ve forgotten something.  I’ve got my phone, so it’s not that.  Checking the date, it’s the 16th June and…argh…I realise that it’s my darling Seb’s birthday.  Today.  I’ve been so wrapped up in worry-about-his-exams – he has his last one today – that […]

A Cat In Wolf’s Clothing*

“Are you free?” A message comes through.  From my Seb, of course. “Yes,” I say.  “Call the flat.”  I’m just home from the office.   The phone rings. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello,” he says, in his mellifluous drawl.  He has the richest timbre to his voice. “I’m glad it’s you,” I say, turning […]

Death By Artichoke*

Walking home, I hear a series of loud squawks.  Looking up, I see a green parakeet, circling in the sky.   So, Seb has returned to his land far away.  Miss him already.  When he’s here, it’s wonderful to be able to talk to him and cuddle him as much as I want: a huge […]

Machines Of Easy Virtue*

Seb is engaged in a duel with the computer.  He is trying to sort out how to watch a film on the TV, using the HDMI cable.   “Look, I’ve got the screen bigger now, show you,” I say.  Am proud of my newfound ability to use the Screen button. “But the picture is not […]

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,” […]

Journey To Murder*

On the train to see my parentals and my fluffy.  The weather has turned cold and grey.  In my leopard print toenails, fit flops, leopard print coat, sunglasses black furry scarf, gloves and gym trousers, do not look mentally normal.  Can report that it’s not a good day for bare toes.  They have gone blue […]

Love Story, With Murders*

“I love you,” I say to Seb, expecting no answer.  After all, I tell him that I love him about a hundred times an hour when we’re together. “I love you,” he says.  He’s never said this before.  He mumbles it into my neck but that’s what I think I hear. “Do you?” I say, […]

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 […]

Hard As Nails*

“Hope work etc going well.  If you’re free before 2pm we could speak?” I message Seb at one o’clock this afternoon.   The flat phone rings.   “Hello,” he says. “Hi darling.  Have you done lots of work?” I say. “Well, I’m sitting at my desk.  I’m about to start,” he says.  “But I can […]

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 […]