The Case Of The Missing Boyfriend - Plot & Excerpts
I watch a red autumn leaf from a distant tree drift through the air and land in the lower branches of the Leylandii. Proper English trees at least have the respect to shed their leaves and let the winter light in. But I can’t complain, it’s a beautiful day today – the weather people are calling it an ‘Indian Summer.’ I sip my morning coffee and think that I really should get out and make the most of the weekend. As the red leaf warns: winter will be with us soon enough. If only I could bottle a little of this sunshine up and open it in January, like jam. I hear the metallic clack of the letterbox and drag myself from my reveries to the front door where I scoop up the letters. I know it’s weird, but I love getting post, even if it is only bills. Today provides the usual collection – Visa statements and electricity bills – plus one. A hand-written, purple envelope, which, on opening, turns out to be an invitation to Mark and Ian’s housewarming in Tower Hamlets. Confirmation, if any were needed, that other people’s lives really do move on.
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