Random thoughts and impressions: The Green Mill Murder

“My heart just did the oddest thing. Must be the champagne.”

“I’m so not surprised, it’s not even funny.” *resigned sigh*

“Did I succeed in concealing just how happy I am to see her?”

“God, she might be the most infuriating woman ever to cross my path, but I could just -”

“Let’s match-make our friends, to distract us both from the fact that we want to just duck in the back and…well.”

“ ‘I thought Mr. Freeman was your dance partner.’ How many men do you need in one night, Miss Fisher? And if this joker’s not careful, he’ll be going home with a shiner.”

“Is that French perfume I smell?”

“Is there no refuge from the woman? I came to the morgue for some much needed head space.”

“I do enjoy winding her up.”

“She makes me very dictatorial. And no, Jack, the morgue is NOT the place for the other things she makes you.”

“Do as you’re told, Miss Fisher, or I swear -”

“Damn it. The woman is ridiculously on the ball. I love it and hate it in equal measure.”

“I wonder if her lipstick would stay put…”

“Seriously? They’re about as mature as Jane. Less so.”

Cec: utter disdain. Bert: Let’s do that again!

“No. It can’t be. But who else would it be?”

“I am going to have a serious word with that woman.”

“What has our world come to, Collins?”

…entering just as Bobby Sullivan says: “I don’t want to have to hurt you!”

“Trying so hard not to laugh at Hugh. Mustn’t knock his confidence.”

“My smile could be construed as me trying to put you at your ease. Of course, it could also mean, ‘We both know which way this is going to go.’ Take your pick.”

“Ooh, scary face, Miss Fisher. But I’m enjoying this waaay too much.” 

“She’s mesmerising. I can’t take my eyes off her. I mean- damn!

“What did life feel like before she streaked across the firmament like a shooting star?”

I LOVE clumsy Hugh. So adorable.

“What has she got in there, and how can I get some?”

“That smells sooo good. I’m tempted.” *mouth watering*

“Yep. Lost the battle.”

“It’s like, I don’t even care what happens for the rest of the day.”

“She fed me. She gets a free pass.”

“She’s good. She knows the way to my…files.”

“She enjoys having some effect on a man?! Does that mean she always knows?! Crap, crap, crap.”

*puppy eyes* “Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault!”

The time when we started finishing each other’s train of thought, and sentences. 

“Is she for real?”

“I think she just might be.”

“Because if she’s just winding me up, that would be too cruel.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a real woman before in my life.”

“And yes, the ass is still gorgeous.”

*doing a little internal happy dance*

“She loves me, she loves me not…”

“Forget it, Collins. Not sharing. Nope.”

“I can’t stop touching it. It’s so beautiful.”

Expressions perfectly capturing man’s eternal struggle when it comes to women.

Yuk yuk yuk yuck!

Jack: “I finished the food basket.”

Hugh: “I feel your pain, man.”

“That gratin…”

Ooh sassy Jack. Go, Jack, go! Depress this idiot’s pretensions.

“I can’t let an obviously innocent woman go to the gallows.” Either that, or he’s checking his breath just in case Phryne drops in. 

Harrowed Jack. My third favourite kind. Or is it fourth? Sod it, they’re all my favourites.

Sorry, guys, but where exactly did it land? It could be in either of two places, judging by your lines of sight. Unless it somehow split in half in mid air, because the sexual tension in the room was just too much for its little metal heart. 

“She has a fanciful imagination. Duly noted. Good. Good. So have I.”

“Just in case I miss anything, let me check ALL angles.”

“Here she comes, walking down the street…”

“She came when I summoned her! I could do a little waltz of happiness.”

“Bet you didn’t see that one coming, Miss Fisher! See, I can be even more wonderful than you thought possible.”

“She is glorious.”

“She is so beautiful, she makes me ache.”

“It makes me happy just to look at her. She’s so full of life and light and mischief. I could very easily find myself thinking, ‘My God, this woman is perfect.’”

“I want to solve cases with her every day.”

*forming certain unshakeable intentions with regard to a certain lady detective*



July 3rd - Ragwort is one of those plants that everyone recognises, but few ever stop to look at. It’s rather beautiful. This plant was growing in Mill Green, and looked gorgeous as I passed this morning on my way to work. The buds are gorgeously dainty, and the shades and complexity of the flower parts themselves is wonderful.

At this time of year, it provides a welcome boost to the other, fading yellows of the hedgerow and verge.

Another weed that really deserves a bit closer study.


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Mill Green Museum -- hidden away

Mill Green Museum — hidden away

If you’re near Welwyn Garden City or Hatfield, don’t forget about Mill Green Museum. It’s such a lovely old place. I take my sandwiches there sometimes in the summer and admire the old roses.

Beautiful old roses at Mill Green Museum

From July 16th, they’ll be serving sandwiches and cakes on Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday lunchtimes or just take your own and find a quiet corner, of which there…

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kacymyth asked:

13, Rumbelle

“i know im supposed to be your best man/maid of honor, but maybe i should mention now that i’m in love with you”

(ngl I kinda thought I’d end up getting Swanqueened on this one)

Everyone knew Belle French was Mr. Gold’s only friend. Nobody was really sure why the two spent so much time together – before the announcement of his engagement to the widowed Mrs. Cora Mills (nee Greene) there had been some fairly nasty rumors that she paid her rent in trade, though only the cruelest of the town gossips (among them Mrs. Mills’ oldest daughter) did more than think it.

Once the engagement had been announced, though, those rumors had settled down quite a bit to the point that no one found it particularly scandalous or even interesting when Miss French ended up being selected as a groomswoman for the ceremony (standing with Mr. Gold’s adult son as the best man). It had simply been taken for granted she would be participating in some fashion and only the most conservative people would find fault in that arrangement.

The morning of the wedding was a beautiful day, though it was doubtful Cora would have settled for anything less, but it was less than an hour until the ceremony and Belle French was faced with a decision. She had a secret – she loved Chris Gold. She had loved him since the day she met him and she knew now she always would.

And in less than 45 minutes he would be marrying somebody else while she watched.

“I think I’m supposed to be the anxious one,” he teased as she twisted the pendant she wore around her neck. “You’re just supposed to stand there and look happy for me.”

He meant it as a joke and she smiled as she straightened her necklace out, but it still hurt. She’d been waiting for the right time to tell him her feelings for the past few years but it had never quite lined up right. She’d simply run out of time, and that was what was killing her. But he was her friend, and she had to be happy he was happy. He was happy, right?

Neal came in with a question about something and thank God that distracted Chris while they tried to figure out the catering or whatever it was that came up and she could look at him for a little while – really look at him. He looked older now, but no less handsome. His smiles weren’t reaching his eyes anymore, though, and that was her first clue that maybe it wasn’t too late after all.

She’d waited forever, and she promised herself if he was happy she’d back off and be the absolute best friend he could ever ask for.

Do the brave thing, she reminded herself as Chris finished his talk with Neal and watched his son leave the room.

“Chris?” she called out. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he replied, fiddling with his cufflinks in the first sign of nerves she’d seen yet.

“Are you happy?”


“That’s not an answer,” she scolded.

“I just don’t know why you’re asking.”

“Just answer the question.”

“You first.”

“Because I love you,” she blurted out. “And it’s gonna get real awkward if I have to say it when they ask if there are any objections!”