by Phyllis Chelser
It’s sunny but cold outside, too cold to even sit overlooking the ocean— but just right indoors, by the warming fire. The aged Samoyed is, no doubt, dreaming of snow, and we are watching yet another British crime drama.
Despite this moment of domestic harmony, all is not well with the world. I am just on a brief home leave from the war.
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One Response
One wonders if the highly combustible sweeper at the right door of the fireplace would not be more safely stored elsewhere while the fire is lit? Also, and more importantly, can Detective Poirot, a Belgian, be considered a British mystery program since Poirot is, well, a Belgian? This is a serious matter obviously.