…there’s sum’thing compellingly attractive about a Literary Lady of *cough* *a-hem* vintage who attempts manoeuvres a la Cirque de Soleil…on a motorbike!… triple somersaults from two-wheeled transport at speed without a safety net tends to cause, at a minimum, a slight dent in one’s personal immediate diary schedule… m’Lady Ailsa Abraham visited her local hospital in France where she currently resides, but without an appointment, and, more to the point, without her conscious awareness… it appears, pro tem, that a mild slowing-down of m’Lady’s activities has taken place as a direct consequence of her imitation of the Human Cannonball stunts… I for one, would not bet a single sou against m’Lady’s enforced leisure being reversed in early course… be that as it may, I’m honoured to have Author, Ailsa Abraham pen a few bon mots for our quill-scraping perusal… enjoy…

AILSA ABRAHAM

My serials’ killers.

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