Like many people in this world, I read of the appalling atrocity in Las Vegas yesterday and my thoughts are with those who lost loved ones, and the multitude of injured caught up in this senseless attack.
We were especially concerned because my wife’s sister, Anne, is on holiday in Las Vegas right now. The time difference meant that it was the early hours of the morning over there when we learned of the attack, and for many hours we didn’t know whether Anne was safe.
She contacted her daughter early in the afternoon (our time) to let the family know that she was safe and well. Her hotel was nowhere near the Mandalay Bay, and she did not get caught up in the incident or its knock-on effects.
But it’s worrying when you read of these things, and you have family members in the vicinity and you don’t know one way or the other. In my opinion, for what it’s worth, this is just another mindless act of savagery in a world that seems increasingly crazy and hell bent on its own destruction, and I feel for those who have been robbed of their lives, but I have to say I’m relieved that Anne and her partner are okay.
By way of surreptitiously changing the subject, yesterday’s events, coupled to the collapse of Monarch, one of my favourite airlines, caused my day’s work to grind to a halt before it got into high gear.
With STAC Mystery #15, Peril in Palmanova currently on pre-order and doing quite well, thank you, I’m deep into the next in the series, working title, Death at Squire’s Lodge. I’ve made a huge amount of progress over the last week, adding about 15,000 words to what is the first draft. Yesterday put paid to that. I’d written barely 300 words when the news broke, first of Monarch, quickly followed by Las Vegas.
The demise of Monarch is particularly saddening for us. We’ve flown with them many times out of Manchester, to either Malaga for the Costa del Sol, or Alicante for Benidorm and the Costa Blanca. We always found the cabin and cockpit crew very friendly, helpful, and patient (something which is particularly important when you are dealing with a crumbling, arthritic pain the arse like me) and I’m very sad to see them go.
Still, life goes on, today is another day (add as many more clichés as you can think of) and it’s time I was getting back to Squire’s Lodge to see what the Sanford 3rd Age Club the can do to solve the latest series of murders.