You might’ve guessed that I’m a huge fan of Cosy Mysteries. Hamish Macbeth being a point in case. Even Agatha Christie started off in this genre.
I have the perfect plot for one of my own!
One of my boys is definitely a foodie Black Sheep. He doesn’t eat Sunday lunch or the Full Christmas Dinner stuff, so, we bought him a special meal for today that included extremely expensive salmon slices. Freaking weirdo child.
Anyhoo : this Xmas day has been a disaster, dahlings.
Someone has stolen, misplaced, teleported said child’s fish. He’s devastated and had a better Sarah Bernhardt moment than I have EVER produced.
Apparently he will either starve to death or have a bowl of Ready Break for Christmas.
Psssst. I blame his mother for the Am Dram bit. Oh, yes.
So – first off. A better title than Who Nicked the Salmon? is needed.
Second off. Even I don’t know the outcome. Which is a very bad way to start a novel :o(