Christmas Murders

Can you believe it's nearly 'that time' already?  My diary is awash with social events and, of course, lots of murders to solve.  My publisher is pushing for me to write an autobiography but this will have to wait until the new year as I am just too busy at the moment.

Last weekend I was aboard HM Narrowboat The John Rennie, cruising down the canal from Bath.  Nothing is ever 'smooth sailing' as they say.  During an unexpected blackout, there was a terrible noise.  We all thought it was a car backfiring (or the return of the old problem...there were radishes on the buffet table) but it turns out to have been a gunshot!

Poor Major General Clockwinder was discovered face down in his Scotch Broth.

As we were virtually in international waters (somewhere near Bradford-on-Avon) by the time the body was found, I had no choice but to take charge of the investigation.  Let me tell you, carrying out a murder enquiry on the bounding main is no easy feat, particularly when there is a risk of gales in Rockall, but I rose to the occasion.

I won't reveal the identity of the killer at this stage as I may well include this incident in my next book, but suffice to say someone will be celebrating Christmas at Her Majesty's Pleasure - and I don't mean the public house of the same name near Eastbourne.

I hope to post again before Christmas, but until then, don't have nightmares...just remember to check and double check that you have locked the back door.  You never know who is lurking in the hope of nipping in while your back is turned.