The Kidnapped Prime Minister*

“Scott Finebaum has just had his fifth daughter’s bat mitzvah.  Funny – I didn’t realise that he had five daughters,” one elderly lady says to another.  They’re in the front row and I’m in the one behind them.  We’re waiting for the class to start: “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 -2015.” “That’s private insurance for […]

Murder Mistaken*

“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone last night at 6.30pm. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “How are you?” “I’ve had an epic nap and now I’m packing,” I say, although haven’t started yet.  Haven’t even unpacked from earlier in the week.  “How are you my darling?” “I had to saw the sofa in half […]

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 […]

I’m Not Scared*

“I’m going to take my suitcase out and put it on the floor,” I say to Mum on the phone this morning. “Don’t make the mistake of packing though,” Mum says.  “I’ve done that in the past, and you just forget what you’ve packed.  Tell you what: why don’t you set your clothes out on […]