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297 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 20, 2015
“These days, people actually sought me out and asked me for advice on personal relationships, romantic problems, and social issues which, quite honestly, is a bit like asking an anorexic for recipes.”
In their panic, the horses had knocked down a section of fencing and bolted. God knew where they were.
The swans appeared to have taken refuge in a nearby tree. I don’t know if other people’s swans can do this but I swear ours can go up a forty-foot beech tree faster than a banker can collect his annual bonus.
The Sonic Scream is brilliant. It’s a soundless way of dispersing unwanted crowds, ravening beasts, teenagers, politicians, and any other of the unpleasant but frequently encountered nuisances of life.
Before I could make my escape, Mrs. Partridge appeared at my elbow and contemplated the scene before her.
She said nothing in a manner that conveyed volumes.
I said nothing in a manner that I hoped conveyed my complete innocence.
She said nothing in a manner that conveyed her disbelief in my complete innocence.
I said nothing in a manner that conveyed my hurt at this lack of trust in me.
She said nothing in a manner that effortlessly conveyed the message that Dr. Bairstow wished to see me at his earliest convenience and to collect Dr. Peterson while I was at it.
I said nothing in a manner that conveyed there was actually a very reasonable explanation for all this and she’d laugh when she heard it.
She just said nothing.