Never Leave My Bed*

 “It’s difficult having a conversation with you at the moment as you can’t follow it,” Seb says yesterday.  We’re walking back to the flat from the coffee shop where Seb has consumed his coffee, whilst I spilt my one all over the floor.  “We’re not communicating: you’re just wrapped up in your thoughts.  You’re not […]

If You Were Here*

Waking up with a start, I look at my watch.  5.45pm.  Oh nooooo.  We settled down for a nap at 3pm and… “Darling can you pass me my phone,” I say to Seb.  He’s waking up:  rubbing his turquoise eyes. “Hello,” he says, putting his arms round me.  “That was such a nice sleep.  I […]