I know she probably would not approve of such outlandish sentiment, but I really do love Miss Marple. I am even a little bit devoted to her. Hercule Poirot certainly has a very lovely moustache, and very shiny shoes, but it is the little old lady whom I love the best.
Her clothes (even that silly long necklace they made her wear for one round of tele movies), her lack of sentiment, all her fabulous friends, darling. All those parties and country house visit’s. Her nonplussed attitude when people underestimate her. Her complete lack of fear when faced with grisly death or danger.
Her house. Oh how I wish I lived in her house. Quite, warm, comfortable, wallpaper, pattern layered upon floral motif layered upon pattern.
Maybe she would like me too?
Certainly she is often paired up with a nephew, or an old friend who seems quite the foil to her level headedness and straight forward ways……
So I now declare the Miss Marple Fan Club for-friends -who-may-have-been-friends, open.
Tell me I’m not alone?