“Boxing was exhausting,” Seb says when he calls last night. “Those teenagers have so much energy and I’d eaten too much spaghetti before I set off and…” “So what weight division will you be in?” I say. “I suppose I’ll get leaner so I can be middleweight or…well – I don’t want to bulk up […]
“So, I went to look at the theatre,” Seb says when he calls last night. “Thinking about maybe getting involved in some amateur stuff whilst I’m here.” “Excellent idea,” I say. Seb used to be an actor and it could be good for him to do a bit of it in a low-stress way. “The […]
The flat phone rings. “Hello?” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. My heart lifts as I hear his voice. “My darling,” I say. “How are things?” Carrying the phone back to my bedroom, I crawl into bed. “Not too bad,” he says. “Although we’ve just had a class on graphs and spreadsheets and I’m […]
“It’s Seb,” my brother says, handing me the phone at nine thirty this morning. “Thank you,” I say to my brother. “Hello my darling,” I say to Seb. “Hello my love,” Seb says. “I’m afraid you have an idiot for a boyfriend. I’ve missed my flight.” “Oh no. What happened?” I say. Maybe he had […]
“Hello,” I say, answering the flat phone at 10.05am this morning. I’ve been asleep for thirteen hours but am still exhausted. “Hello my love,” Seb says. “Oh wow, you’re calling me,” I say. “I’m sorry that I missed your other calls but I was at the office and…” “The thing is,” Seb says. “I can […]
“Are you free?” A message comes through. From my Seb, of course. “Yes,” I say. “Call the flat.” I’m just home from the office. The phone rings. “Hello my darling,” I say. “Hello,” he says, in his mellifluous drawl. He has the richest timbre to his voice. “I’m glad it’s you,” I say, turning […]
It’s been one-of-those-days. Traffic, too much work and assorted other stresses. My phone rings when I’m on my way home at long last at seven o’clock. “Hello,” I say. “Hello,” Seb says, for it is him. Immediately, I feel better: hearing his mellifluous drawl. He has not forgotten me, my wonderful boy . “Hi darling,” […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 