My partner has a mania for selling random items on social media. Friends often tell me about the half-bags of cement and rusty spanners that pop up on their feed.
Up until now, it's been a harmless little hobby, which hasn't affected me. That's until he started dismantling the kitchen.
He's not totally flipped, we were always going to update the kitchen, but he started way before it was ordered. It possibly provided a bit of light therapy as the quotes for a new one made mincemeat out of his budget.
“HOW MUCH?” I heard him muttering in his shed, like an old-fashioned record stuck on repeat.
Months ago, he hacked off the wall tiles. Not that he tried selling those, but he flogged the central heating radiator that came off at the same time.
Early one morning, two strong men from Moldova arrived to cart off my workhorse range oven. I'm now using a portable hob. The units and sink are going this weekend. Apparently, all kitchen duties can be performed on a card table. I'll let you know how that one goes.
This is how I'm feeling right now.
No wonder I immerse myself in a fictitious world and put my heroine, Helen Merang through the murder mill numerous times. She's in the thick of it right now with the fish-obsessed local aristocracy of Buttersley Manor.
Where it All Began
Welcome to all new subscribers. I've recently had an influx, so it makes sense to go back to the beginning. The Murder Above Merangs is the first book in the series after the roller skating prequel. There's a touch of romance when Helen becomes involved with the victim's son.
But Helen's unaware of two facts when she agrees to a date with Charles: (1) He's dead boring. (2) He's possibly the town's serial killer.
In each newsletter, it's now obligatory for me to mention Buttersley's Best Facebook group. It's a select little band beavering away in the background. I share inconsequential trivia and am looking for more victims to bore senseless. I'd love you to join. 😄
Finally, here's a whole lot of cozy mysteries that you might enjoy. Click on the images to get stuck in.
And that, dear reader, is a wrap. Thanks for reading my books and for all your support.
Carole xxxx
P.S. See you on the other side of a brand new, shiny kitchen.