poppy

I Capture The Castle by Dodie Smith

blush

When You Were Young ~ The Killers

The familiar and disconcerting sound of sirens could be heard in the distance and Bertie's mind was dragged off Trixie's bombshell when three cop cars came to a screeching halt outside the youth club. Not long after, several teens were being escorted out by the police to be pushed, protesting vociferously, into the waiting cop cars. Who should one be, but none other than our girly Harriet. She could be heard wailing, 'But I'm not REALLY fifteen, ask my father... I mean my colleague over there!' 'A likely story! Tell it to the Super, down at the station.' Another big muck-up, thought Bertie. Perhaps it was time, after all, to ...

Relief

trotted off to the kitchen and then changed her mind. 'What the heck am I doing??' 'Annabelle, you can jam your job!. I didn't sign up to become some kind of kitchen lakey. You are nothing but a rude, bad-tempered, ungrateful, abusive, insulting, egotistical, inconsiderate, self-centred, slave-driving ...!' Trixie ran out of adjectives. Storming out, she slammed the door and once well clear, feeling very pleased with her assertiveness, texted Bertie, 'What do you think I've just done?'

A-dee-doo-dah

Small Island by Andrea Levy

The Quiche Of Death (Agatha Raisin) ~ M.C Beaton

Stay Young, Go Dancing ~ Death Cab For Cutie (me too, Muggles )

'Her Dad!!' exclaimed Bertie, 'you've got to be joking, I'm nowhere NEAR old enough to be her Dad!' 'What part of 'Get cracking' didn't you understand?' demanded Annabelle, hands on hips. And Bertie went off muttering mutinously under his breath. 'Dad indeed, I don't look anything like a Dad. Ridiculous! I'll be the laughing stock. Why doesn't she go along as her mother? Or her bloomin' grandmother for that matter. ' Fortunately Annabelle didn't hear the last bit, she'd turned to Trixie and told her to ...

Forever Young ~ Bob Dylan (he's just won the Nobel prize for literature)

case

'And once established, we can get down to work. Harriet is proving a far better operative than either of you, so I'm putting her in charge. Trixie, you've been spending far more time flirting than fact-finding. You're in the office for now, see if you can make yourself useful for a change. Bertie, you're to assist Harriet. ' Trixie and Bertie looked daggers at Harriet, but she just tossed her head. 'Now this next job we've got is rather interesting. Apparently ...

North and South ~ Elizabeth Gaskell

Diamonds On the Soles Of Her Shoes ~ Paul Simon

face

Are we not all fundamentally foolish?

review

'But it's the accent!' said Trixie, 'it makes me go all gooey and weak at the knees.' 'Pull yourself together, Trixie, we haven't got time for that sort of nonsense. I didn't get where I am today by going all gooey and weak at the knees, you know!' declared Annabelle. 'How did you get to where you are today, Annabelle?' asked Bertie innocently.

fondness

I Am Half-Sick of Shadows by Alan Bradley

A few I've found that I don't think match the books very well...

And another one read 'Man buried alive in supermarket.' Still another, 'I thought he was going to kill me!' claims hairdressing client.' 'Sounds like my kind of place,' exclaimed Valpar, 'we should fit in here nicely.' Totally unaware of the dire threat to earth from an alien species, not to mention the devastating effect unleashing Vogon poetry on the population at large could have, Annabelle's Detective Agency team were happily ...

Big Girls Don't Cry ~ Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons