A restful few days?

I am calling my post that with my fingers crossed. I am about to go and stay with my eldest son and his wife in their lovely house in the country. The reason why I even think it might not be a restful stay is because of what happened last time. I will tell you!

I had arrived about tea-time having been picked up at the station. I sorted myself out and went into the drawing room and sat down for a nice refreshing cup of tea, sandwiches and cakes etc. Suddenly all hell broke loose! The dogs went mad with barking and rushing around and the noise outside was terrific. We all rushed out and lo and behold there were three police cars in the drive.

They hadn't come to arrest us but to dig up various places in a couple of my son's fields! Apparently a man in the next village had reported his wife missing. The police were very suspicious after going into the case thoroughly and seemed certain he had murdered her as he was well known to them. They were also certain that he had buried her somewhere outside the village.

They started to dig in the fields in places that looked as if the ground had been disturbed but found nothing. The next day they came back and started all over again, but still no luck.

My son tells me on the phone that they are still coming back from time to time, but I hardly think they will be luckly. Perhaps when I go down I may bring them luck next time! Should I say that? Poor woman, what a terrible man.

Polly