Ulysses Plott, wandering downstairs in search of a cup of tea, heard the sound of furious typing from his wife’s study, and nodded with satisfaction. Good old Philomena.  Excellent self-discipline. He stuck his head around the door. “Fancy a cuppa?” Philomena jumped, … Continue reading

Thr First bee of Spring

It was the most beautiful late-February afternoon.  The air was warm, the sky blue, the daffodil buds strained towards the sun so hard you could almost see them grow. Lord Plott heard the bee before he saw it, a low, … Continue reading