Just One Damned Thing After Another (The Chronicles of St Mary's, #1)

by Jodi Taylor

Just for once, we knocked the Space Programme off the top news spot.

The Chancellor had rung the Boss personally with news of the discovery. ‘What did she say?’ I asked him. ‘No idea,’ he said, sipping his champagne. ‘She was incoherent. For all I know she was reading me her shopping list.’

We drank. We ate. We drank some more. We sang. We danced. We did the Time Warp – many times. We m...

Now we have a moment to draw breath, I’ll inform SPOHB.’ The Society for the Protection of Historical Buildings was the official body whose task it was to oversee repairs and maintenance to our beloved but battered listed building. We had them on speed-dial. They had us on their blacklist. There was another loud bang from inside.

The fire alarms went off. ‘Good heavens,’ he said. ‘At long last. This will make Leon a happy man.’ Actually, there was a much easier way to make Leon a happy man and only slightly less noisy, but probably best not to mention that.

In the distance, I could hear shouting. And screaming. Familiar sounds. St Mary's thundered past on their way to make a crisis considerably worse. It was nice to be home.

One or two people had dropped an optimistic fishing line into the lake and then apparently fallen into a coma.