Miss Marple

As I cycled on my old bike, basket full of paperwork in front of me, past the village church to the village ‘mansion’ house for a village affairs meetings I couldn’t help but think I looked like the proverbial middle-aged character from a Miss Marple whodunnit. Only detail lacking was the tweed suit!

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