They hadn’t had a murder (not even a suspicious death) for years. There were plenty of petty crimes, but, unlike Milton, there didn’t even seem the chance of anything more serious happening. Oh, I mustn’t forget the rustling! It had never occurred to me that people went round nicking sheep or cows – well, not in this country. ‘Perhaps I had better learn how to ride a horse and throw a lasso,’ I thought. My new colleagues were a good bunch, though a bit basic about life. The major topic of conversation wasn’t women, but fishing. As you can imagine, I felt out of it at first. It was like listening to a foreign language. I rented a nice detached bungalow – very nice. The garage had an electric door, so I didn’t have to get wet if it was raining. I had been there for a couple of weeks, and was finding it quite pleasant and relaxing. In Milton, there had been much more pressure. If you went to the loo in Milton, you tended to hurry, whereas here the loo seemed to be a meeting place.
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