tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post1444221279377288479..comments2023-10-10T12:38:41.200+01:00Comments on Musings from a muddy island: Saturday slumpJuliethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18055924620237477722noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post-69799489447551522702008-05-18T14:49:00.000+01:002008-05-18T14:49:00.000+01:00Ha ha, well I hope they do, Hastings, because, wou...Ha ha, well I hope they do, Hastings, because, wouldn't you just believe it, but Mrs Musings only fell asleep on the sofa ten minutes before then end? Natural causes. No foul play. Simply Old Age. (Oh, and the wine, of course . . .)Juliethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18055924620237477722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-684094023681819935.post-79660804674731664822008-05-18T14:37:00.000+01:002008-05-18T14:37:00.000+01:00"Good Lord," said Hastings. "What on earth is the ..."Good Lord," said Hastings. <BR/><BR/>"What on earth is the matter now, Hastings?" said Poirot. "Do not tell me you have lost more money on the 3.30 from Epsom, for I will find that hard to believe, even in a man of such limited horse-judging ability as yourself."<BR/><BR/>Hastings sighed. "I've only gone and missed a TV programme about dear Agatha. Dashed inconvenient." <BR/><BR/>"Never mind, Hastings. Let me apply the principle of the little grey cells and all will be well. I will investigate. They might re-show the programme during the week."Motheratlargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08702824820715807897noreply@blogger.com