I watched Crooked House on prime this last weekend. It was a remake of the old Agatha Christie classic, which naturally meant that other mysteries started being recommended. And I took the click bait.
We watched Then There were None from the 1940s also known as 10 Little Indians.
Then we watched an oddball mystery set around a group of people and a writer having a murder mystery house party. Naturally, someone died for real and the hunt was on.
I was enjoying the adventure until the doctor on the scene sipped a drink and declared it a sedative. It would have been funny if he’d passed out from the sedative, but he didn’t. Imagine if the drink had been laced with cyanide?
Oh my. How times have changed. I’m just glad the sniff and taste test is discouraged in the lab where I work:D
Until next time.