Murder in paradise.

My mother has commented throughout my life that I seem never to be far from some disaster or trauma.........

As a 16 year old I started work in a department store in the west end of London, quite awe inspiring at that age. Straight out of school and completely 'un-savvy'. My first journey home on the underground, already 'shell shocked' by the world of work, I was witness to some poor soul hurling himself under a train. Its was the mid '70's when the IRA were at their height and despite only working in town for 6 months I managed to be involved in or in the close vicinity of, one bombing, one hoax and an armed jewellery raid.

My catalogue of unpleasant happenings continued. I moved to Manchester and two days later the 'Moss Side' riots began within a mile of my new home! I was caught up in the first IRA bombing of the city centre and a number of years later, having two weeks previously moved to the outskirts of Cheshire, watched with disbelief when my house appeared on 'Crimewatch'............I might add here that it was coincidence and not any reflection on my lifestyle!!! :o)

I never liked that house and my feelings for it and the area where only confirmed when it became apparent that I was living only 100 yards from the infamous Harold Shipman's surgery during the latter years of his heinous wrong doings!

And so..........this little green paradise I now call home, a small village in the middle of nowhere woke yesterday morning to a murder.....it's first in living memory it seems. The normally quiet main street was a hive of activity and police vehicles and gossip was rife, though gossip these days even here it seems is conducted mostly by text!

I won't bore you with the details, in the main because I don't have any. Suffice to say it's a sad business for all those involved.

I shouldn't make light of such a terrible crime but forgive me if I have a few moments of paranoia!