Carter Dickson Redux

I must have been sleeping through recently as I don't seem to have a teabag text waiting by my computer come the morning. Clearly the Sleep Tea I have already had is working well.  I talked to the siblings on Zoom - or rather a Zoom equivalent - Wednesday morning.  And in the afternoon I excelled myself by managing to wipe all my files off my computer, including all my writing, with one stroke of the mouse.

Captain B, the superhero, retrieved them all when he found me panicking in the hall as he returned from his walk. Thank goodness.  It has inspired me to do a long overdue springclean on my files though.

I have resumed my letter witnessing, which included a lovely pbone call to a lady Jean and I used to call on - she wants another magazine and I have got one in the post with a letter - and have been studying and attending the meetings.  Our study on Ezekiel has really got going now, and I can'r recommend it enough. Half an hour a week, on Zoom, at your local Jehovah's Witness congregation.  It includes the famous prophecies about the dry bones coming to life again, and the attack on God's people by Gog of Magog - an attack which will mark the end of the present wicked system of things on the earth.

So it could not be more urgent to pay attention.

And I have also been getting a lot of fun out re-reading my Carter Dickson collection.  He specialises in the Locked Room mystery, which I love.  I would guess the writer of the TV series Jonathan Creek is also a fan as he carried the idea brilliantly through onto the TV.

And one thing about being old, and having my two remaining brain cells kept at full stretch trying to remember my own name (she said, taking an anxious glance at the title of her blog) is that although I have read my Carter Dickson collection before I can't remember what happened, who did it, why, and how!  I have already fallen for two of the red herrings I fell for the last time I read them, so I am really getting value for money here.