I hate being late for very important dates. Once in a while, though, you forget things, and a pocket watch is only handy if it is to hand, rather than staying in one’s pocket. I suppose I’d been so clock bound for a while, what with all those podcasts to do, that when the entire series of “The Q Affaire” was complete, I took my eye off the clock, and forgot. There isn’t always a white rabbit around to remind you either, so it was lucky I remembered it was Sunday, perhaps reminded eventually by the fact that I was flopped out in bliss, soaking up the sun for most of the day today.
If you fancy a spot of reading while you’re laid out flat on the grass this summer, you might like to take a jaunt around the puzzling maze, and meet some zany characters from the pits of the Tube, as well as enjoying a spot of virtual woo, that’s as gooey as a soft centre in the sunshine, and as oily as a spilled Ambre Solaire tube with a lost cap. You’ll get lost and found again, within the thrilling maze of fun, in “The Q Affaire”, but you can handle it. Listen to the podcast, or grab the book. Just wipe the suntan oil off first, before you do, though, or the plot might get away from you.