“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 […]
“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 […]
“It’s amazing: there are more men here than women,” the septuagenarian lady says to her friend. “I expect that’s because it’s history and politics,” the friend replies. They’re sitting next to me at my ‘Modern British Prime Ministers’ course. So, if you’re a lady aged over sixty five looking to meet a chap, take a […]
“Hello lovely!” Seb’s message arrives at 12.51pm today. “My Mum has changed her mind about her collection from hospital and my stepdad is going to do it instead. Have to clean my flat as the agents want to show it. Am going to head up to you first thing tomorrow. Buzz you later. xxx” “Woohoo […]
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,” […]
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 […]
“How are you my love?” Seb’s message comes through yesterday whilst we’re sitting on the plane, on the tarmac, with no prospect of taking off. “You still on holiday? Hope you’re enjoying yourself.” Medal for correct spelling of ‘you’re’. Good boy. “Sorry I’ve not made much contact, been rather lost in work,” he continues. “Still […]
My poor battered digestive system has sensed we’re going on A Day Trip and is protesting. “Come on, let’s get going,” my brother says. Our train leaves in an hour, it’s a five minute taxi ride to the station so we need to leave Right Now so we can be forty five minutes early. […]
“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 […]
“Hope you’re getting on OK. I’m sure you are xx” Seb texts at 2.04pm yesterday. Ahhhhhh my darling boy. “Am. Thank you. You?” I say. “I’m fine. Just got back home. Speak soon xx” he says. “Just got home at last. Had such a lovely time, thank you xxx” I text him at 7.57pm. “Me […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 