Hello everyone!
I apologise in advance if some portions of this blog may seem rambly or perhaps a little shakier than usual. I'm trying to fight off the beginnings of the flu so I'm pretty much drinking tea and vitamin C and cold medicine, coupled with a lot of honey and ginger, but my head still kind of feels like I may need a little bit of help lifting it next time I get up.
But anyway!
Yesterday (while I was feeling better than Tuesday and much better than today, being Thursday) I sneakily asked my father if I could steal a book he's currently reading. You're probably thinking GASP SO MEAN.
Not really - I asked before I nabbed it. Also, I'm a fast reader so I finished the book in one afternoon and now it's back where it belongs, waiting for my dad to continue munching through it.
The book I'm talking about is titled Closed Casket, and is the second of the New Hercule Poirot Mysteries, written by Sophie Hannah, who alone of all the writers vying for the honour of continuing Ms Christie's legacy was given that privilege.
