Do you enjoy a good mystery? I do. Personally, I best enjoy the ones that I can't figure out from the chapters or the introduction. And I also prefer a cozy kind of mystery — mostly tea and crumpets without the blood and gore. Thank you.
Like this one...
on PBS Sunday evening at 7
or this one...
last Saturday around noon.
I was pushing laundry in the basement when I heard a bit of driveway noise, but dismissed it as being my neighbors. I listened for a knock and didn't hear one. (When I am in the dungeon basement, I stays in the basement. No up and down stairs any more than I must.)
The next time I opened the outside door, there on my stoop were these little gifts. Furtively, I looked right and left suspecting my neighbors again. Didn't seem likely.
For the next two days, John and I played the Whodunit game. I suspected my niece, my daughter or a local church who loves to bless our town with little gifts and has done so on more than one occasion. Who could it be?!
Finally, I received an email with the heading: Did They Blow Away?
Ah ha! It was my sister. I should have known. She says she knocked. She says her daughter didn't answer her door either. I suggested that my niece may have been in the basement pushing laundry.