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.
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Eerie Eve ® James Field. Part 07
After assembling the tent's framework of bamboo poles, Morris stretched the heavy outer canvas over the top, spread a tarpaulin across the ground to make a dry floor, and hung the cotton inner liner. His faithful tent stunk of mould, but held together at the seams. Once up, he had room to stand inside and a roomy fore tent for his camping table, chair and picnic bag.
There was no point searching for Sibyl's toadstools before midnight, so he made a pot of tea and spread the supper she’d made for him across the table. There was homemade bread, mutton, mustard and a thick slab of fruitcake. The clouds that had threatened earlier began to melt away and the full moon would be rising soon. Morris leaned back in his chair, folded his arms and breathed a deep, satisfied sigh. "Cheers!" he said, holding his cup to the entrancing evening. All he needed now was the company of a dainty lady troll!
The real world:
Up here in Norway’s Arctic North, we still have one week to wait before the sun peeks over the horizon. In the meantime, just see the fantastic display of colours we’re granted. The photo doesn't do justice!
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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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