The Beauty Of Murder*

“Would you like a little wheelie suitcase?” Mum says as we sit having our lunch.  “I’ll ask your father to get it down from the loft and…” “No, it’s OK,” I say.  “I’ve got that weekend bag, it’s…” “This is a tiny little one,” Mum says.  “It’s better – you don’t have to carry it.” […]

Murder On The Brighton Express*

So, you’re in a long distance relationship, and you’re excited to see your love.  Here’s how to utilise the day of the date: 1.  Have a lie-in, if possible.  Sleep helps effect that dewy, youthful complexion. 2.  Drink two pints of water to achieve a poo before breakfast.  This tip from the great Cameron Diaz, […]

Storm Rising*

Last trip to the hotel gym, unless squeeze one more in after breakfast.  It’s deserted: just me on the bike.  The instructor is somewhere around.   Gazing out of the window at a sky filled with billowing grey clouds.  Doesn’t bode well for today’s weather.  There’s the concrete behemoth of the Hilton, framed by palm […]

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 […]