Murder Comes Ashore*

“Since I’ve come here to the seaside, I’d like to walk down to the beach now please,” I say to Seb.  We’ve ventured outside in the wind and rain.  It’s not so cold today and although the sky is grey, the rain is lighter than it was yesterday. “OK then,” Seb says, opening the huge […]

Piercing*

Sitting in a cafe with Seb, consuming porridge and coffee.  Seb is reading The Times.   After a quick romp through Times 2, decide that writing a blog is a better use of my limited mental energy. At 12.30pm – in thirty minutes – we are going to get my ears pierced.  Let’s hope that […]

Bangkok Haunts*

“Here,” Seb says, handing me a little black bag.  “I bought you something.”  We’ve consumed The Omelette and I still can’t quite believe that he’s here: sitting at my dining table, wearing his grey t-shirt.  My darling boyfriend. “Wow, thank you darling,” I say, taking it from him.  Pulling out a box, I open it. […]

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 […]

The Omelet Murder Case*

Seb still loves me, I think, and a warm glow suffuses my whole self.   As long as we are together, nothing is that bad.  Can’t wait to see him and cuddle him and talk to him.  Can’t wait to cook him The Omelette.  Haven’t managed to learn to cook any new dishes, but after […]

A Meditation On Murder*

“Hello lovely, all well?”  Seb’s message comes through at 6.30pm last night.  “Very good here.  Despite all my self abuse, meditation’s going pretty well.  You keep popping into my mind during meditation.  Sending loving thoughts xxx” “Sending loving thoughts back,” I fire off, just in case he can read it straight away.  “You are in […]

The Nine Tailors*

“What are your measurements, Tanya?” Seb says as he’s packing his huge rucksack this morning.  “Is it OK if I leave this shirt here?” “Of course,” I say, taking the shirt from him.  It’s my favourite one: big blue and grey checks and it feels soft.  Am pleased that it will be here so I […]

Blue Hydrangeas*

“I’m just going to have a bath,” I say to Seb when I wander into the living room after my sleep. “OK,” he says, running a hand through his mane of thick hair.  He’s sitting at my computer in his pants.   “What are you up to?” I say, putting a couple of dirty plates […]

The Fugitive Pigeon*

“How is my fluffy?” I ask Mum when I call to let the parentals know that have made it to my Office.  If I don’t call, they just assume that am Still In Bed or have snuck off to the gym. “He’s a very naughty boy,” Mum says, in her Teacher Voice. “What has he […]

The Name Of The Rose*

“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 […]