It’s my fourth week in Edinburgh. Eaten at the usual places, the Mai Thai, Petit Paris etc. The weather has been awful, cold and wet. The longest day has now gone by. The flights home have always been delayed, such that last week I was not home until gone 10.00pm.
At least I have a couple of weeks off next week.
[Editor’s notes: Too long in Scotland must have caused Steve to spell “fourth” as “forth” (as in bridge)]
Friday night saw The Square Pants team (Selina’s idea of a name; R&S had no clue why that name, while Graham objected, but was overruled) try their luck at the Quaintwood Players Murder Mystery Night. Held in Grendon Underwood’s village hall, we were entertained with a half hour play about, coincidentally, an amateur dramatic group.
Beforehand we had sat down at tables & chairs and realized this was serious; a list of suspects and whodunnit solution piece of paper lay waiting for us to ponder & complete. During the break, another clue was given to us as we ate of fish & chips and we discussed the intricacies of the plot and alternatively dismissed and accused every suspect. The cast came amongst us and answered questions. The finale was for the cast to sit on the stage while each table asked them clever questions. Should we ask red herring type ones? Smart-arse Selina pointed out we could do that only if we had a theory, which plunged us into temporary gloom. But suddenly we realized who it was! It was blindingly obvious! Why had we not noticed before? We looked around triumphantly.
We sat there smugly as the murderer(s) revealed themselves…..but, wait, hang on, the cast had got it wrong and had the wrong person(s) and the wrong motives!