Bert felt jealous, cheated on, and blue. Then he discovered he could morph into a giant nightmarish slug...
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Life in the Clouds #6: Take a Slug ® James Field.
In the last post: Dick Charmer feared his crime was discovered. But he would soon turn the tables with a hilarious trick...
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 21
The moon was about to set: the night had grown dark, and all good folks were in bed. If Dick Charmer were to put his plan into action, he'd need to hurry. No one must see him. The morning was fast approaching and time was growing short.
Big fat Bert lay snoring like an overstuffed pig on the scaffolding above Olive’s front door. He'll get the biggest shock of his life when he wakes, thought Dick Charmer, and gazed into the distance in all directions. Nobody was about, so he crept back down the ladder and scurried from the terrace houses along a rutted road. After a few hundred yards, he swung onto a bridle path and quickened his pace.
He recalled seeing an army of scarecrows in a field over towards the Cloud Estate. The estate’s gardener, Lance, had placed them to keep the birds away from whatever tripe he grew there: peas, blueberries, or maybe cannabis for all he cared.
Some scarecrows were mind-boggling lifelike. Lance had dressed the best one in cast-off overalls, wellies and gardener’s gloves. He’d pulled a beanie down over the head, and a spooky Halloween mask covered the face. Dick Charmer didn’t know how the crows felt about it, but if a person came across it unawares, their blood would curdle.
Lance won’t mind if I borrow it, he thought. He checked he was still alone in the night and passed a nervous hand through his hair. Soon, the cockerels would screech and early rising farm workers would start their chores of milking the cows and feeding the animals.
He couldn't delay. Time to seize it and run.
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The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
There’s a lot to like and a lot to dislike in this story. I like that it’s cosy, funny, and heart-warming. The plot, however, is a tragedy. There are two murders, and every character in the book, of which there are many, has a motif. With so many twists, turns, and red herrings throughout the narrative, it lost me in a virtual maze.
But the author commits the gravest crime: he introduces a new, guilty character right at the end of the story. Tut, tut, naughty.
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