Operation Whale…Part 1 of probably quite a few

I was fat. No possibility of denying it in the end. I looked in the mirror and noted the increasing barrel around my middle. It wasn't really there. I ate a bit less. Nothing changed. Middle aged spread. I didn't like it but I wasn't gross. Really. Well lockdown changed that. I had an interesting … Continue reading Operation Whale…Part 1 of probably quite a few

It’s 3AM…

It's 3AM and I can't sleep. Again. Another bout of insomnia has caught up with me and as usual I am getting by on about four hours of interrupted sleep. It is a sure sign I need a holiday, but what to do and where to go with all these lockdowns and quarantines? I haven't … Continue reading It’s 3AM…

Chapter 6 – Masquerade

The night time custom of wearing masks had become a commonplace, as it once was in medieval Venice, in the claustrophobic rabbit warren of the Old City of my grandfather’s youth. It provided a measure of discretion that covered for human frailties in so crowded a space in judgemental times. Business, romance and crime had … Continue reading Chapter 6 – Masquerade

Chapter 5 – Council

We gathered again in the Bishop’s study. Robert Tappister was caught between irritation that I had information to give and satisfaction that his own man had found out so much. The Bishop leaned back in his chair, staring vacantly into space, absorbing what I had to tell. Jimmy perched on the edge of the table. … Continue reading Chapter 5 – Council

Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Idressed down for my visit to Vernon’s base near the docks. My oldest coat, a battered wide brimmed hat, a moth eaten checked scarf, a long knife in my outside coat pocket. Underneath the coat a jacket with thin, hardened steel, plates sewn inside it, a prudent precaution even in normal times in that part … Continue reading Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Chapter 3 – Country Living

Sunlight poured in through the open curtains. White walls were polished a warm primrose yellow. Bird song was clear in the early morning calm. As I lay there a cold breeze came through the small open window and stroked my face, the contrast to the rest of me snug in the depths of the bed … Continue reading Chapter 3 – Country Living

Composting Love…

OK so this is probably a little weird but I am going to write a paean of praise for my new compost bin. Yes, my compost bin. I don't think I have gone completely crazy so here's why. You know we all have loads of kitchen waste, veg peeling etc that we put in the … Continue reading Composting Love…

Chapter 2 – Stage Door

Crossing the courtyard I waved to a couple of the carpenters who were working outside the hall. At one end of the great hall was the private theatre the Bishop maintained. I let myself in through the wicket in the double doors leading backstage. A barred window at the far end of the space showed … Continue reading Chapter 2 – Stage Door