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First and most importantly, via Lance's Twitter:

Tentacle Hair

and

Ah, my heart, she is happy


There is a British Heart Foundation shop in town which sells furniture and electrical goods, an admirable idea, though sadly we failed to find a bed we wanted when we were re-doing the Boy's room. I did find a cassette player, though, and thus for the moment I am able to access my library of books on tape again.

So I spent a soul-satisfying day and a half in the conservatory, putting cards together and listening to "Murder Must Advertise". And, really, some of it is so oddly like fanfic... the entire cricket match, which goes on for *ages*, might as easily have been written by a fan in love with Lord Peter in his whites as by The Author. I mean, yes, we do learn that Talboy can hit a man on the head with a scarab from a catapult wicket from the far extremity of the cricket pitch, and that Lord Peter's identity is exposed by his elegant cutting, but it takes an awfu' long time and is basically DLS fangirling her hero. I love it, but then, I'm a natural fanfic writer*. And it amuses me rather, as I bet Sayers would have been full of contempt for us non-professionals.



* I say writer, but I don't seem to be able to do that any more.