Agatha Christie

I was thinking about Agatha Christie recently and how amazing she was! She wrote over 90 stories and books her entire life. Amazing really - so prolific!

Agatha Christie as a child

When I was around nine or ten, my older brother who was 13 or 14 then, got really into reading her books. It was the only time I ever saw him with his head stuck in a book. He was really skinny and getting taller every day. He could eat a whole stack of pancakes - anywhere from 8 to 12 at a time - and you would never see it! Ha ha. Nice eh?

Anyways, he was excited about her books and told me one of the plots. I was intrigued and started reading. I enjoyed the Hercule Poirot series. My brother had about 14 books or so. I read them all! Then I went and read the rest of the Poirot collection at my uncle's house. He also had Agatha Christie's short stories and Miss Marple books. 

There were a few Poirot detective novels that were my favorites back and I also enjoyed some of her short stories. 

Agatha Christie was and still is truly inspiring! I can only hope l can be as prolific and beloved a writer.

Hold the Bibby

I get a lot of requests for me to post short stories here. Thank you. : ) Several short stories I have are ending up in my book - just a natural connection that way.

But here's one that might give you a giggle or two.

Several years ago when I was returning from a trip to Europe with my boyfriend at the time, we were flying back through Boston, MA. On our plane, there were two Scottish men sitting in the seats in front of us. They were both wearing white tee shirts and gray tartan kilts.  One was burly and balding with a big reddish brown beard and heavily tattooed arms. The other was slender, younger and blond. The younger one was more confident and spoke to the women in the seats nearby who seemed fascinated with them. His bearded companion occasionally grunted and nodded his head in agreement.

The women in the seats nearby kept plying the two Scots with questions, first about their trip and then about their kilts. When the plane finally arrived in Boston, we all stood up to get off the plane. There was a long line to get out. One of the women asked if the men wore underwear under the kilts. The big guy said, "No, of course not," emphatically.

As the women burst out giggling, one woman persisted. She asked the younger guy, "Well what do you do when there's a draft or it's windy?"

To which both the men replied in unison, "You hold the bibby down!"