October 1 (OCTOBER already!!!)--Lyon & Healy, Pedal Harp. It was cold in the music room. Gale was happy to have the wool fingerless mitts that Gran has sent her for her early Autumn birthday. They weren't too long like some she'd seen, those interfered with her playing. When she opened the door of the music room the cold air rushed out to embrace her and draw her in. She couldn't help huffing out her breath to see if it made a puff of steam in the frigid air. "It's like a meat locker in here," she said, as she slid her music onto the stand beside the old harp. "I wouldn't be surprised to see hams hanging from the rafters." Her voice caught at the sight of a pair of men's shoes protruding from behind the brocade sofa. Not just shoes either, there were feet in them, very still feet attached to a very still and very bloody corpse.
Ah yes, is it her hands-y music teacher? The gardener? Couldn't be the butler because the butler always does it. Dun-dun-dunnnn. And now that I've procrastinated so much that I've only got an hour to eat, shower, dress and collect my fabric, pattern, etc. so I can get to work on time-ish, I'll sign off and get moving. Sayonara.