When we moved into our house several years ago, my partner said, ‘I don't need any new friends. I'll be civil to the neighbours, but I intend to keep my distance.’
After a weekend away with my friends, I returned to a man with fake sideburns and a bell-bottomed jumpsuit. ‘Grab something to wear,’ he said. ‘We’re going to a fancy dress party at the neighbour's.’
I don’t know about you, but my stomach sinks at the thought of a fancy dress party. You either waste precious hours of your life curating a cracking outfit. Or, you make zero effort and spend the night inventing excuses for being such a misery.
I don't mind the 70's and 80's themed parties. You can always rely on hot pants, big hair, and shoulder pads. But, then there's a whole new minefield to navigate. Is the stranger you’re talking to wearing fancy dress or not? You've just admired their retro, tacky outfit when it dawns on you, they might always dress like that!
This leads me neatly to my book, Fancy Death At Merangs. It's the biggest event in Buttersley's social calendar, but acceptances are thin on the ground. As Helen says,
“Who in their right mind wants to turn out in a cheap bit of nylon for an average night out in November?”
The book is in a 0.99 Kindle Countdown offer for a limited time. (Sorry, Amazon only allows the offer in the US and UK.)
I was thrilled by the number of responses I got for my Mistakes Giveaway and really enjoyed the interaction with my readers. So, I've created a Facebook group; the good news is, you don't have to wear fancy dress to join. At the moment, members are like unicorns.
Finally, here are lots of free books. Just click on the images.
So that, party animals, is a wrap. I've got to go now and dig out my hotpants.
Love Carole xxx
P.S. If you’d care to share your fancy dress triumphs or disasters, I’m all ears. Just hit reply.