As is often the case with Detective Fiction, I made no attempt to follow the convoluted cluing and puzzling, and just went along for the journey. It was all ok and good fun, but the ending absolutely blew me away. It was so good. A fantastic way to end, which I hadn't seen at all and yet with hindsight was so obvious. I absolutely kicked myself. Masterful misdirection. Read most of this in Harmondsworth, as I went over to look after Mum while Dad was on a course learning how to look after people with Dementia. Luckily it was a nice sunny day so we could go for a walk in the village, but most of the time Mum was just sat in the conservatory listening to the radio. She seems happy and she ate a little bit at least, so I was happy i had coped. How Dad does it 24/7 I've no idea. mum doesn't recognise people anymore and can't communicate or understand much. It's just horrible.
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