It’s A Wonderful Life*

1.  Happy Christmas from lunch with Lily and her family and canine nephew! 2.  Running round the three gardens with this beagle person:    3.  Am having fun. 4.  It’s nearly lunchtime: sprouts, red cabbage, tofurkey, parsnips, potatoes… 5.  Did sprouts My Self.  Am Amazing Underchef. 6.  Not puking anymore. 7.  Wearing this:     8. […]

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Shallow Grave*

“You can tell by his game that he’s worried: just the way he’s hitting the ball, the errors he’s making,” the commentator says.  David Goffin, the world number 16, is a set and a break down to Kyle Edmund, the British twenty year old ranked 100 in the world. “He should be strutting around there […]

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 […]

Sleep Of Death*

Seb is asleep in the nest.  His arm is wrapped around me.  He makes contented little sleeping noises.  I don’t want him to go home, but he has college tomorrow and I have the Office and so we both need our sleep. On the television: Rafa has just beaten Jack Sock.  Now Novak is playing […]

Game, Set and Murder*

  “What a beautiful person he is!  Happy day?xxx”   At the theatre, I’ve turned my phone on during the interval, and can see Seb’s message.  The ‘beautiful person’ referred to is, of course, the fluffy monster.  Sent Seb a couple of fluffy-monster-photos earlier in the day. Can’t reply though because in the ten minutes before the start of […]

Royal Blood*

“I want someone to share my life” screams the headline of the Evening Standard.  “Prince Harry today spoke of how he wants to find the love of his life to settle down and have children.” My Prince Harry!  Ah how sweet.  Hope he meets someone wonderful very soon then.  Would offer to do it myself but: 1.  […]

Wild Goose Chase*

“The thing is,” I say to Mum as we stand in the kitchen, “I’m so hot all the time: I’m burning up inside.”   I’m just back from a bike ride with Dad, after receiving my Zolodex injection at the doctor.  And I’ve got thrush again.  Who knows why. “It’s all very well you telling […]

Deadly Election*

Polling Day here in the UK and it’s been exciting so far.  Up at 7.45am for Spin: “Spin election special: vote Fitness Party,” the instructor says. It seems to be the Polling Station Selfie election on social media.  It’s more difficult than you’d think to take a photo of yourself with a “Polling Station” sign […]

A Cat In Wolf’s Clothing*

“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 […]

Death By Artichoke*

Walking home, I hear a series of loud squawks.  Looking up, I see a green parakeet, circling in the sky.   So, Seb has returned to his land far away.  Miss him already.  When he’s here, it’s wonderful to be able to talk to him and cuddle him as much as I want: a huge […]