Tom Tyme Pensioner - Shed Frequenter - Skinflint - Underpants displacer - Time Traveller is all set for another adventure!
Paintingsby Da Vinci are changing. Someone is messing with the past and it's up to Tom to go back and sort it out. Using only a digital camera and a code - Da Vinci written backwards on a piece of paper - Tom sets off to investigate.
Trouble is, Tom has more than just Da Vinci to think about. His regular familiar Cat has gone AWOL. And worse, her replacement, Brandy, is very much short skirts and ooh-la-la!
Wil he discover why balloons have appeared on the Last Supper advertising unmentionables? Will he ever see Cat again? Can he keep his mind on the job or will the temptation of the odd Brandy prove too much? Answers to these questions and so much more awaits us as Tom our not so intrepid Time Traveller steps once more into the past!
Whoops! Hang about a sec! He has to survive the rigours of the Turkey and Tinsel trip his daughter signed him up on first. Oh woe is he!
Hometown - Reading - where I was raised, lived and worked until 1995. I moved to Aberystwyth for two years before moving on to Pembrokeshire where I now live with my wife Nia and adopted cat Peaches (she was already named - I whistle when I want her to come in).
Before chancing my arm in the literary world I held down numerous jobs which included wood-machinest, sawyer, leisure attendant/five-a-side referee ( happy days), football promoter, barman, labourer, market trader, stallholder ( more happy days), to name a few.
Hobbies: reading (obviously), horse riding (but not lately), walking (plenty of walks in Pembs), golf (handicap - yeah all the usual ones), snorkling (badly and only near the beach), watching films(my all time favourite is Starship Trooper - you make your own mind up), and cat training (not really - but did you know that if you cover your newspaper in cat food and call fetch they lick it off).
I also tried my hand at Tarot reading (seriously now) - which I did for free - but found I was quite good at it, which was scary, so I stopped.
Member of Academi: The Welsh National Literature Promotion Agency and Society of Writers.
And that my friends - as they say in the afterlife - is that.
I thought this sounded a fun, quirky read but am giving up on it some thirty-odd pages in. I don't know whether it's the style that's not working for me or the fact that I'm not familiar with the characters but either way I'm finding it very muddling. It is book two in a series so maybe if I get hold of a copy of the first then I might come back to this. But don't hold your breath...