From: Merry Muffin Mysteries
Title: Death of an English Muffin
Author: Victoria Hamilton
Pub. Date: July 7th, 2015
My grandmother was an amazing woman. She, my mother and I lived in a little Village apartment during my formative years. While my mother worked - hard - to make a living, and spent much of her free time protesting one thing or another, my grandmother was always there. She doled out cookies, muffins, wisdom and... tea.
Tea was her cure all. Have a headache? A cup of tea would fix you right up. Have a broken heart? Miraculously, that same cup of tea could fix that, too. Now I see that it was the wisdom she dispensed with the tea that really cured all ills. But now, almost twenty years after my grandmother left me bereft, if I have a headache I still reach for the tea canister rather than the pill bottle.
I find myself doing that a lot, lately - reaching for the tea - as I deal with the scourge that is The Legion of Horrible Ladies. Who are THEY, you ask? I'll tell you all... in fact I'm writing down every detail, because I don't want to miss a thing. I'm often so mad I can't even think straight, and I just hope that if I keep reaching for that cup of tea I won't reach for a weapon. Mrs. Cleta Sanson, queen chief b__tch of the Legion, is the most difficult, infuriating, irritating... you get my drift.
So, out of curiosity I'd like to know... what is your go to when things get tough? Brownies also work for me, but since I am zaftig already, I can't afford to eat those every time I'm irritated lately or I won't be able to fit into my wardrobe.
That's where I hide from the Legion, my wardrobe.
A little humor also helps, and fortunately I have darling Pish to help me laugh.
So... what helps you feel better when the going gets tough?
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They say one’s home is one’s castle, but when it comes to Wynter Castle, Merry would like it to belong to someone else. But until a buyer bites, she could use some extra dough, so she decides to take in renters. The idea pans out, and Merry’s able to find a handful of tenants eager to live in a real castle. The only problem is most of them are crumby, tea-swilling old biddies.
The Legion of Horrible Ladies, as Merry calls them, is led by the terribly nasty—and fabulously wealthy—Cleta Sanson. The abrasive Englishwoman keeps everyone whipped into a frenzy—until she meets an embarrassing end behind a locked door. Evidence reveals that Cleta was murdered, yet no one is privy to how the deed was done. Merry knows she must quickly find the killer before another of her guests gets greased…