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I'm Never Going To Believe A Poirot Mystery Again. Never. All Those Witnesses Going, "yes, I Remember It Was 3:06 P.m. Exactly, Because I Glanced At The Clock As I Reached For The Sugar Tongs, And Lady Favisham Was Quite Clearly Sitting On The Right-hand Side Of The Fireplace." Bollocks. They Have No Idea Where Lady Favisham Was, They Just Don't Want To Admit It In Front Of Poirot. I'm Amazed He Gets Anywhere.

I've Never Written A Children's Book, But When People Meet Me For The First Time And I Say I Write Books, They Invariably Reply, 'children's Books?' Maybe It's Something About My Face.

Your Father Always Tries To See The Good Side Of People; To Find The Excuse. But Sometimes There Isn't A Good Side. There Isn't An Excuse. (mom - To Lara Lington)

Every Time I Mention Her, Magnus Says, "are You Two Getting Along?" In Raised, Hopeful Tones, Like We're Endangered Pandas Who Need To Make A Baby.

Becky! Love!" Mum Has Pushed Her Way Through Her Dancing Guests To Reach Me. "what's Wrong? Has Labor Started?" Honestly. My Family Has No Idea About Contemporary Urban Street Dance Trends.