The thing is, as I yelled to my neighbour across the patch of grass that separates us. I don’t know about you, but, I think that I am now word perfect on almost all of Agatha Christie’s writings. Much as I love them, enough is enough. Its time there was a change and as far as I’m concerned the Sunday night goings on in Belgravia, although interesting in their way, (Don’t we all love those frocks) is simply not enough. We still have, of course, the amazing writing group’s webs