Tuesday, February 24, 2009
There were gherkins in the blackcurrant preserve. Quite how they had arrived there was anybody’s guess, though Inspector White had a suspicion it was something to do with the settings of his PDA. He’d been in a pickle with it ever since it he’d tried to jam the screensaver to stop it coming on every time he picked it up. Trying to text the problem to his tech-savvy son had been inadvisable in the magical field of Laverstone. Whoever said that magic and technology didn’t mix was right. He was just glad he hadn’t mentioned dropping it down the toilet.