Mr Churchill’s Secretary**

“As I sat in my place, listening to the speeches, a very strong sense of calm came over me, after the intense passions and excitements of the last few days.  I felt a serenity of mind and was conscious of a kind of uplifted detachment from human and personal affairs.  The glory of Old England, […]

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The Brides In The Bath*

“So, what are you doing this evening, my lovely?” Seb says when he calls last night at 7.03pm. “Oh, you know,” I say.  “Supper, watch that London Spy thriller from last night and…” “Oh, it’s good,” Seb says.  “You’ll like it and…” “Well don’t tell me about it,” I say, chopping some broccoli, putting it […]

Cold Killing*

“Seventeen degrees,” Dad says, looking at the temperature gauge in the car when he picks me up from the station at lunchtime today.  “It’s a warm day.  It’s much colder than that in our house.  And we’ve got a new leak in the roof.” “Whereabouts is the leak?” I say. “It’s in a new place,” […]

A Nasty Piece Of Work*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I realise that it’s 5.19pm. Squeezing myself out from under the panther who’s sprawled across the bed, I sit up. Argh. It’s home-and-self-care-day today, which means: 1. Put away last week’s washing that is still on the airer. 2. Hang up washing in the machine. 3. […]

Day Of Atonement*

“Are you coming back to synagogue with me then?” Mum says.  I’m sitting on the parental sofa under my furry blanket; Dad dozes in his armchair; the fluffy monster rests in his rose chair.  You can see him in the attached photo. “I can’t,” I say, sipping my coffee.  “Have to write the blog or…” […]

Murder In The Bath*

Waking up with a start from my afternoon sleep, I look at my watch. Six o’clock in the evening.  The whole day has vanished and there’s so much to do. “You could make me a cup of coffee, if you wanted to be useful,” I say to the panther and he just stretches and climbs […]

The Tale Of Mrs Tiggy-winkle*

Back at the flat.  My beautiful new laundry basket sits, empty, in front of the washing machine.  Red lights flash.  The wash is over.  Soon, will need to take the wet clothes out, place them in the basket and then hang them on the airer.  Soon, but not yet.  First must write this. Wish Mrs […]

Rushing to Paradise

Waking up with a start as the alarm bleeps, I realise that it’s five o’clock in the afternoon. Meeting MediaChap at seven for our second date. Not going to have time for a bath: it’s going to be a quick wipe with a baby wipe and then a few sprays of Coco Mademoiselle on top […]