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Monthly Archives: June 2014

The Heinz Ketchup American. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery. Part 2.

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

A turn for the worse Ti Jean is my gray striped rescue tomcat. He’s 17 years old, I think, but I’m not sure. My vet, Mr. Mukhurgee, says Ti Jean is in good health but a little overweight. At each visit, Mr. Mukhurgee also says he’s going to retire the next month. I tell him […]

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Hotel is in a great location but I wouldn’t exactly say we got lucky

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

I think we’re the only guests in this hotel. We do hear other people from time to time, but they only seem to  stay one night at a time. And for some UNKNOWN REASON these people are housed right next door to us. Why the staff can’t put at least one room between us and […]

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The Heinz Ketchup American. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery. Part 1.

Monday, June 2, 2014

My mother called me Fi Fi and my father called me Pumpkin, but to my neighbors and writing students, I’m Miss Ophelia Perhaps, neighborhood detective. I live with a very difficult cat named Ti Jean in the tiny room of some family friends in Summertown, just north of Oxford. After a brisk walk down Banbury […]

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Curtains

Monday, June 2, 2014

It was in the breakfast room of my small Oxford guest house where I started thinking about curtains. My server of corn flakes and coffee kept walking back into the kitchen, pulling the curtains behind her, closing off her work area from the public space where hotel guests were seating themselves at small, round, perfectly […]

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