When The Temperature Rises*

The flat phone rings at 4.38pm. “Hello,” I say. “Hello my lovely,” Seb says. “How did you know I was here?” I say.  “It’s Monday.  I ought to be at the office.  I mean – I was at the office but I came home because I’ve got a temperature and…” “Oh yes,” Seb says.  “I […]

Murder In The Telephone Exchange*

“Hello,” Seb says.  He is calling me on the actual telephone. “Hello darling,” I say. “Isn’t the weather glorious?” he says. “Yes, it was great to come back to some sunshine,” I say. “I missed you,” he says. “I missed you too,” I say.  I wore my little silver necklace that you gave me the […]

The Dinosaur Feather*

What am I going to do, I think.  Am allergic to feathers and it is possible, even probable, that Seb has feather bedding.  All day I worry about this. “Well then you must take your own bedding in a wheely suitcase,” a friend says.  And would, if was going there and back in car.  But […]