Kiss Of Death*

“Hope you had a good sleep last night,” Seb’s message comes through at 10.48am this morning, when am at the Office.  “I did.  Deliceous (sp)!! xxx” “Me too.  And lovely orange cuddles.  Now Office.  Working hard? xxx”  I say.  Points for effort for that spelling of ‘delicious’, if not for accuracy. “Not yet.  Soon x”  Seb […]

Marooned In Realtime*

“How are you getting on my darling?” The message comes through from Seb at 11.28am this morning. “Yeah, great.  Just packing. What’s the weekend weather forecast in your land?” I say. “It’s really nice at the moment but I think it’s going to change later.  What time do you think you’ll arrive here?” He says. […]

4.50 From Paddington. Again…*

“How are you?” The Whatsapp message from MediaChap buzzes as I switch on my phone this morning. “Am not being annoying on purpose but please let me know when you hear about hotel so can book train ticket,” I reply. Both the parentals have been pointing out that train ticket prices double every five seconds. […]

Carmina Burana

“What are you up to at the weekend?” MediaChap says. We’re sitting on a sofa outside an auditorium at the Royal Festival Hall. Bits of Carmina Burana are filtering through the woodwork. It’s beautiful. “Seeing the new Stoppard play on Saturday lunchtime and other than that not much. Why?” I say. “Do you want to […]