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I'm a nervous flyer and usually take comfort from the dulcet, reassuring tones of the captain as he delivers his onboard spiel. As he informs me about the route and flying conditions, I picture a veteran at the peak of his career. He's sitting in the cockpit in his immaculate uniform, the four stripes on his epaulettes catching the sunlight as he confidently flicks switches and levers on his flight deck.
He's already indulged in a little light banter with ground control. What he's NOT doing is rambling incoherently as if he's overdosed on nitrous oxide. Nor is he cracking endless feeble jokes and pretending he's been up all night tripping the light fandango.
That was the captain on my recent flight to Geneva. After exchanging anxious, puzzled looks with my fellow passengers, I'd adopted the brace position before we'd even taxied down the runway. I don't usually drink when flying, but I was the first in the queue for a double gin and tonic.🍸
Speaking of flying, my last competition, What's in a Name, crash-landed. Only one reader, Hot-shot Helen got all three right. The runners-up, Keen-eyed Karen and Jackpot Jane, tied in second place. Amazon gift cards have winged their way to all three.
Finally, after mopping up all my typos, I've just published the paperback version of Fancy Death At Merangs. The cover really pops in paperback, and it’s brought a tear to my eye.
That's all for now folks. Thanks for reading.
Carole xxxx
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