Quintin Jardine's blog

It’s the first of August, and I have a date. An old flame is coming back into my life.

Those of you watching BBC telly in the last couple of days may have seen a rather lurid Eastenders trailer, announcing the return to the soap of one of its old stagers, Sharon Watts. A tornado is about to hit Walford, it would seem. Trust me, that will be nothing compared with the effect of my annual reunions with Primavera Eagle Blackstone, née Phillips. I’ve never known a woman who can get deeper inside my head. She dominates my existence for every waking moment of each visit, and then buggers off leaving me to keep up the mess. Recently she’s had this fixation that Oz, her ex and the father of her fast-growing son Tom, isn’t really dead. Nonsense, of course, but she won’t let it go. She’s still in St Marti, while I’m stuck in Gullane, but that’s no hindrance to her. She’s on Facetime even now demanding attention. Got to go.