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March 3 - March 4, 2025
Yesterday’s meeting of the Thursday Murder Club had been an absolute barnstormer. In Ibrahim’s view it had really done exactly what it said on the tin.
“Car B disappears, back whence it came . . .” “No one else I know says ‘whence,’ ” says Connie. “Then you must widen your social circle,” says Ibrahim.
had a Cadbury’s advent calendar this year, and I sent one to Joanna too, at the end of November. Joanna says that Cadbury’s have changed the way they make their chocolate and she won’t eat it, but I can’t taste any difference. She used to love a Dairy Milk, she really did, but you’d wait a long time to hear that from her now. Perhaps next year I’ll get her an advent calendar full of diamonds or hummus.
“Almost nothing is worth anything. The easiest way to make a small fortune in antiques is to start with a big fortune and lose it.
he doesn’t feel able to let go of his laminating machine. This must be how America feels about coal-fired power stations.
She keeps worrying that someone she’s arrested will walk through the door next and recognize her. After all, it is the football.
No one ever died from doing too much research.
Bodybuilding is not for me, but I see why you would enjoy it. It’s healthy fun, which is the second-best sort of fun there is.
“That’s a double-negative,” says Ibrahim. “It might be better to—” Ron puts his hand on Ibrahim’s arm. “Not now, mate, he’s a heroin dealer.”
So you wouldn’t get married?” “Things to do first,” says Donna. “Never been to India, never jumped out of a plane. Never really punched anyone.” “Yeah, get those out of the way,” says Chris. “Wouldn’t want to get married with those hanging over you.”
“How’s the sea-swimming going?” “I went once,” says Chris. “It was freezing. I mean, I figured it would be cold, but come on. So I’m going to learn the trumpet instead.”
Everyone who dies is alive. We call people ‘dead’ because we need a word for it, but ‘dead’ just means that time has stopped moving forward for that person? You understand? No one dies, not really.”
“You’re not popular?” Chris asks. “Come on, you’ve met me,” says Jill.
