Time, Murderer, Please*

“So, I’m having trouble getting to sleep at the moment,” Seb says when he calls last night.  “I’ve just got so much work to do and I fall asleep but I wake up every hour and…” “Maybe it would be a good idea to get back to boxing and the gym?” I say.  “That will […]

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 […]

The Cry Of The Owl*

Cycling up to the mill with Dad, a white bird catches my eye.  At first I assume it’s a seagull, but then it turns towards me.  The heart-shaped face is unmistakable: it’s a barn owl.   Swooping low over the field, it turns and vanishes into the trees. “Did you see the barn owl?” I […]

Sycamore Row*

“Wait a minute,” I say to Seb as we walk down my road this morning.  “I’d better take a photo of that tree for the blog now, in case the light changes or…” “OK, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me.   “Oh look – there’s a pigeon up there,” I say.   “Hello pigeon,” […]

Born Free*

“Hello,” I say answering the parental house phone last night. “Hello, my lovely,” Seb says. “My darling,” I say, carrying the phone up to the parental bedroom so can talk to him in private.  The house phone doesn’t work in my bedroom here. “How are you?” Seb says. “Oh, OK.  Mustn’t grumble,” I say, sitting […]

Sparkling Cyanide*

“You go in there and help your father.  You’re better at wine than I am,” Mum says, as we park at the warehouse.  “I’ll stay in the car.” Pulling my raincoat on, I run after Dad, who’s striding towards the building.  It’s raining.  It’s been pouring non-stop all day. Inside, the wine warehouse has various […]

The Bat*

“Watch out, I’m diving in,” Dad says, standing on the edge of the pool.  Sweeping his arms up, then down, then up again, he stretches them out in front of him.  There’s a huge splash and he does a length of the pool and clambers out again. “Is that it?” I say, as I chug […]

Happiness*

It’s horrible being back from holiday and on my first bus of the two I need to make it to the office.  So am going to take up After The Rain’s gauntlet and share a list of ‘Fifty Things That Make Me Happy’. 1.  The fluffy monster.  The softest, most orange and most affectionate cat […]

Jurassic Park*

“No-one ever says, on their deathbed, that they wish they’d spent more time at the office”.  This quote from a nun or priest in a hospice has stayed with me.   “Am going to be that person who says ‘I wish I’d spent more time at the office,’ aren’t I?” I say to Mum. “Probably,” […]

After Darwin

If only the chaps could see me now. This is what am wearing: 1. Hospital pants: knitted, white and enormous 2. Post-operation socks: to prevent thrombosis – white, knee-high, hole underneath toes 3. Black secret-support top 4. Drain tube dangling from right side Arjen has gone to the Galapagos without me. His Facebook page is […]