In the immediate aftermath of Bad Machinery, I had an idea for a story called “Babysitter Of The Year”. I think I may even have shown a few prototypical drawings of it to people. Sometimes a great title is just that, a great title, and not a lot else, for a long time. The secret is to live long enough to attach a workable idea to it.
Chapter: 100% Cuddles
Your greatest unrealised ambition
I’ll have a go!
Little Claire’s father is the fire chief. But we might argue that the true chief of fire is Claire herself.
Yesterday I mentioned a festival in the woods near Bristol that I went to. Although I cannot remember how I got home (passim) I do remember that I got the bonfire going. This was a fluke, because in successive years I shamed myself with my dismal firelighting skills, over and over again. It is only in the last year that I have truly gained a command of phlogiston theory.
If you make the party better
I can hear music
Little Claire has a lot of form with fire, cf. The Case Of The Simple Soul.
Glorious catharsis
None more pink
The promise of dowagers has hung over Solver since the very start. Will Lottie ever achieve a head to head with one of these titled widows? Surely it is inevitable.











