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 […]

Taken At The Flood*

“Where are you, lovely? xxx” Seb’s message comes through at 4.59pm. “At the parentals,” I reply. The phone rings.   “That’ll be my boyfriend,” I say, reaching for it. “Hello?” I say.   “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How are you darling?” I say, feeling happy to hear his voice. “I seem to have flooded […]

Anonymous Rex*

“Hello?” I say, answering the flat phone at 9.32pm last night. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says.  “I’m sorry to phone so late.” “That’s alright my darling,” I say.  “It’s good to hear from you.  How is it going there?” Seb is in Wales with his Mum and Uncle.  His Grandma has just died. “Well, I’ve seen Granny,” […]

The Devil You Know*

Waking up with a start, I realise that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon.  Seb will be here in a couple of hours – as long as he hasn’t missed his plane. Had a bath and shaved all my furry bits this morning.  The house is clean and tidy.  Washed hair yesterday so not doing […]

Laburnum Grove*

“Happy Monday lovely.  Hope you had a nice day with the fluffy monster.  Sleep well xxx”  Seb’s message comes through at 9.17pm last night. “He sends cuddles.  Was great to see him.  Hope the day has been productive xxx” I reply.  In fact, only saw my darling orange cat person for about five minutes, which […]

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 […]

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 […]

Hot Dish Heaven*

It’s 5.15pm.  My phone buzzes. “It did take me a little longer than I’d hoped, but I’m on a train on my way to you.  Do you have gin? Xxx,” the message says.  It’s from Seb, obviously. “Ah well done!  Yes, of course I do.  What time does train get in and where?” I say. […]

The Next Right Thing*

Wednesday morning’s activities: 1.  Gym: kettlebell swings, lat pulldowns, chest weights, triceps and biceps, chest dumbells on ball, exercise bike. 2.  Three course breakfast: Shakshuka, salads, watermelon. 3.  Move some of the more-nearly-dry pairs of pants from the washing line above the bath to the sunny windowsill, so the wetter pairs can spread out a […]

Songs For The Missing*

“I’ll meet you down there,” I say to brother.  “Five minutes.”  We’re off to the safari park. Shutting my door, I burst into tears.  All day yesterday I didn’t get a message from Seb and when I wake up this morning: still no message. Drying my eyes, I go through to the lounge. “You OK?” […]