Monthly Archives: March 2017

I couldn’t be prouder

This is a great blog by a dear friend in Australia, who has had a bit f a time of it too. It’s well worth a look…..

BlackBird by Michelle


Our lift patiently waited for us while Dylan finished vomiting this morning. He was that determined to go to RELAY FOR LIFE. It was a very last minute decision, yesterday a friend called me and told me all about it, I mentioned it to Dylan and he was keen, pending how he felt that morning. So with no real plans and not much knowledge of what we were really getting ourselves into we jumped in, and I’m so glad we did.
We did end up staying a little longer than planned, originally it was only for the first lap, but we met some great people, and were enjoying the fresh air and the awesome atmosphere that comes with being surrounded by groups with the same mission, and Dylan even got to enjoy a couple of laps in a wheelchair with Lara.

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She looked at me from the sofa. She knew she had me from that first look. She half-blinked, half winked. I knew what she wanted. The tension of need ran between us.

“Yes?” I questioned.

She needed no words. She opened he mouth slightly and licked her lips. That was all the information I needed.  I stood up. She followed.

Arriving in the kitchen she sat, excitedly wagging her tail. It was six-thirty. Time for dinner.

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Most afternoons I take a siesta. Lying on the bed with the kids surrounding me I am always aware if the space.  I rarely sleep but the horizontality helps my sometimes achy old body. This afternoon was no different from others, except the almost total silence in which the village (barrio) spent the early afternoon hours.


Sunny afternoon siesta
The ‘village’ at peace
Beside me two dogs gently snoring
My head full

Memories of you, us.
No chance of sleep.
I listen to the quietness around
And remember our afternoon ‘liaisons’.

A smile touches my lips
as a tear rolls down my cheek,
bittersweet as always
my love is forever.


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This last week at our writing group Annette asked us each to bring in a couple of items from home to be the basis of stories. I took a clamp (electric connector sort!!), a mouse shape cat toy and a tape measure. There were a whole range of other items too. 

The items were placed on a table in  a circle and with the spin of a pen (spin the bottle style) we each chose three of the items, and were invited to include two of them in our stories. We each then chose three words from Annette’s flash cards.

My items were: the  mouse/cat toy,  A statuette of grape crushers and a rose quartz heart. The rose quartz heart is where the lead character in my story gets her name.  The words I had to use were disfigured, stab and  paradise.

One of the other stories really got to me this week. A ‘my words, my story’ moment which meant I had to leave for a while to compose myself. Some days I am just a mess of emotion. 

Here’s my 30 minute story…….

“Problem solved!” Rose exclaimed slamming the door behind her, dragging her suitcase. She was headed back to the airport and Liverpool, her few day’s holiday over.

A few days previously she had met Dan in a local bar and they had hit it off immediately. He was  perfect for her, or so she thought at the time. Over six foot tall and built like a rugby player. He had the thickest luxuriant hair that she had so wanted to run her fingers through that night. His slightly open shirt revealed a promise of more delights: chest covered in thick hair too. As he walked by her to go to the bar she had checked out his fine arse, and when he turned round to survey the crowds she thanked the lord for tight jeans. From the looks of things this man would be able to take her to paradise and back.

Leaving her table she sashayed to the bar and, completely by accident, spilt some of her  drink down Dan’s leg as she turned round.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” she apologised in faux horror as she rubbed his leg where the gin had landed.

Dan had laughed, a deep guttural manly sound. “No worries,” he said taking her hand off his leg and flashing a smile of the most perfect teeth she could have imagined on a man.

Already he had captured her heart, not to mention all parts south thereof.

They swapped names.

They started chatting and spent the rest of the evening in the bar together.  Just before three Dan had abruptly said that he had to leave. He claimed he had an important meeting the next morning and couldn’t be late or hungover.  Rose wondered at such a quick departure, but they swapped telephone numbers and agreed to meet up again soon.

The following day around lunchtime Rose received a WhatsApp message from Dan asking if she’d like to meet for tea that afternoon. She quickly replied with a yes.

They met in a small café near the beach and again enjoyed each other’s company for a few hours. Snacking and drinking coffee they covered everything but surprisingly neither of them shared much about themselves. Not once did Dan try to make a move on Rose, and when he again said he had to leave suddenly for another appointment Rose, in her naivety, believed him.

That night they bumped into each other again at the club. Once again they were both alone. Rose tried all her womanly wiles to get more attention than the odd touch from Dan but to no avail.

“Am I wasting my fucking time  here? “ she asked after her third vodka. “What is this bloody game of cat and mouse we’re playing? Are you married or something?”

“Sorry?” questioned Dan. “What game….”

“We’ve spent ages in each other’s company now and not once have you tried anything on. I’m not that much of a munter.” Rose explained.

“Ah, I see.” Dan sighed. “I’m not married, but I think you’ve got the wrong idea. I thought you were lonely and wanted a friend, which is what I’m trying to be.”

“A friend?” Rose erupted. “How many friends do you think I have. I have fucking loads. I wanted you for more than that. I didn’t come on holiday to make friends. I didn’t spill my drink down your leg to make friends.  Do I have to spell it out?”

Dan stood up. “You’ve seriously misread the signs, lady.  Not all men are looking for a quick shag with every lonely English tourist that comes here you know. Good luck with that.”

Rose was aghast. It was her last day and all she wanted was to end her holiday with a bang, literally. She jumped up and threw some money down to cover the drinks. Dan clearly hadn’t thought of that.  Running out of the bar she spotted him walking down the road and decided to follow him.

Arriving in the quieter residential area Dan bumped into another man, who he clearly knew well from their friendly kissy greeting. They linked arms and moved on together.  Rose followed making the most of the shadows of the tree-lined street.

After awhile the two men went into one of the houses. Rose followed a few paces behind.  There was no way she was going to be played for a fool by some bloody queer.

She waited until she saw an upstairs light go on then quietly broke into the house.  Her ex back in Liverpool had taught her well. In the kitchen she grabbed a knife and crept up the stairs. Arriving at the top she dropped her clothes in a heap. At the room where she had seen the light go on she listened at the door then, grabbing an odd statue on the table nearby, burst in. Naked,  she threw herself on the bed thrashing wildly with the statue and the knife stabbing and beating both men senseless.  Once she was sure they were both safely dispatched she disfigured their faces with carefully cut hearts, casually went to the bathroom and showered. She put her clothes back on and left.  No one would ever know it was her, nor find her back in Blighty. Did the people here really believe her name was Rose Quartz?!

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The Book of Words


Today the Book of Words is on General Sale at  This is the third book in the Cousins’ adventures series.

It’s been a long time in coming, and I hope you’re all going to like reading it as much as I enjoyed creating it. Many of the old favourites are back and a few new characters to get to know.

Copies are available at, where there is a preview you can read, or you can order directly from House of TulStig (Spain & UK) simply send me a message, and we’ll send you your copy.

Thanks as usual to Alan for his amazing work on the cover, with which I am extremely happy, and a huge thanks to Patricia for patiently proofing and re-proofing.






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