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Babs (that’s Vikki) recalled that when we were children, we loved playing Murder in the Dark, so we decided that this weekend we’d rekindle this youthful game.
Unfortunately, all this menopause business meant that none of us could remember how to play. Having checked her out on Google, we found she was a very interesting character herself with a bit of an air of mystery, like when she disappeared in 1926.
There were racist comments like “you never know where you are with foreigners”. She looks so kindly and grandmotherly in all those photos and she was actually a big fat racist.) Anyway, instead of being so suspicious of foreigners we decided that Miss Marple should have focused more closely on the identity of the murderer, because Rudi, Miss Murgatroyd and Bunny are all murdered before she gets her act together. But by far the best thing about is that it cured Sandra’s insomnia.
(And we later found more examples of Agatha racism in other books. We even found a reference to a dessert served in one of her books – a chocolate pudding and whipped cream was called “nigger in his shirt”. She was thrilled, because now she knows that instead of reaching for the melatonin when she’s exhausted, she can pick up an Agatha Christie novel and fall into a blissful sleep. The real estate market should certainly be affordable.
We can’t finish this article without mentioning the gardening and detective skills of Rosemary and Thyme.
These girls can prune your roses and mulch the petunias while solving the murder of the body in the vegetable patch. Chatting about Agatha reminds us of our fabulous Aunty Pat who was a great fan of Agatha Christie and always inspired us in so many ways, including a love of reading.
The four of us are squinting at an i Pad mini, having unsuccessfully tried to work the massive screen DVD player and surround-sound, despite the numerous phone calls to tech support (aka the kids).
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Same with several times, she drops the remote control to comment on the wonderful Jessica Fletcher, a sleuth who resembles Miss Marple in many ways – including her fashion sense and her ability to knit and ride a bike.
Knowing her reputation and her tendency to attract murder it’s a good thing she isn’t here on our weekend away – although she when Leonard Teale asked a stunned-looking extra to take evidence down to forensic. This then reminded us all of a horror episode of from our childhood when a traumatised little girl was singing “Frère Jacques” on a squeaky swing.Babs can’t get past her favourite quote describing Miss Marple as “the super pussy of all pussies!