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It seems to me that in classic mysteries of the Agatha Christie sort, the know-it-all who hints darkly that they suspect someone whom of course they will not name, promptly becomes the next victim. Of course one must not murder one's detective, but it would help if someone at least bashed Gideon Fell over the head when he starts doing his 'I know but I won't tell you' routine. Actually, I think he did get knocked about more in earlier novels but at the moment he's keeping schtum while the bodies pile up in reckess abandon.

Otherwise, this being the last guaranteed dry day for a bit, with high winds forecast as well, I got a laundry on the line at last. We're also back to a run of warmer than average temps, so no furnace till late next week. Anyway, I have underwear and shirts enough to last me a fortnight. Glad that's done.