Murder On The Orient Express*

“Guess what we have at school today?” Suzie’s message comes through at 10.33am.  “A real live reindeer :).  Do you want to come say hello?  You free at 1pm?  Can get you in for a cuddle.” Ahhhhh love reindeer.  Used to look after them at the zoo.  They’re the only animal with a completely furry […]

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The Necropolis Railway*

“Thank you for coming to see me my lovely,” Seb says, pulling me towards him.  Resting my face on his broad chest, closing my eyes, I breathe in his familiar scent. “Thank you for having me,” I say. All around us on this little station platform, student couples are saying goodbye to each other.  On […]

Murder At Deviation Junction*

The train chugs out of the city.  It’s busy in the Quiet Carriage and, it must be said, not quiet.  All around me there are sounds: whispering, coughing and spluttering, the rustle of newspapers.  People begin to settle and the sounds fade.  Have stuffed Little Suitcase to bursting and yet am still wearing a coat, […]

The Dead Songbird*

“Oh, Seb, hello,” my Dad says, answering the house phone.  “Yes, here she is.  Tanya – it’s Seb,” Dad says, passing the phone to me. “Hi darling,” I say.  “How is Friday?”  “Well we did the bird-ringing today,” Seb says. “Wow, how was it?” I say. “It was good: we caught the little birds in […]

Murder On The Brighton Express*

So, you’re in a long distance relationship, and you’re excited to see your love.  Here’s how to utilise the day of the date: 1.  Have a lie-in, if possible.  Sleep helps effect that dewy, youthful complexion. 2.  Drink two pints of water to achieve a poo before breakfast.  This tip from the great Cameron Diaz, […]

Midnight In Paris

“Have you been to Paris?” The Tinder message flashes up. It’s from a suave thirty four year old French chap and it makes me chuckle. Wonder what answer he’s expecting – surely most people from London have been to Paris, I think. He can’t often get “no, I thought about it but decided I couldn’t […]

Night Train

“It’s lovely here,” I say. I’m with the Twitcher in an amazing place. Maybe trains used to sleep here at night: we’re in Kings Cross. The restaurant has a high vaulted ceiling and a life size photo of a train on the back wall. “I’m glad you like it,” he says, smiling at me. He […]