Guilty, Not Guilty


Felix  Francis


Guilty, Not Guilty, was my first, but will definitely not be my last, Felix Francis audiobook.


Guilty, Not Guilty, follows the trials and tribulations of Bill Russel after he is advised that his wife has been found murdered.  A few days after his wife’s death Bill is arrested for her murder after his nasty brother-in-law pointed the finger at him.   It didn’t seem to matter to police that Bill was so far away from home.


With nearly all of Bill’s friends and work colleagues declaring him guilty in the court of public opinion the outlook for Bill is rather grim.  The trial and verdict appears rather conclusive.  However, there is one more twist in this tale.  A twist which is inferred during the course of the plot and which, with the benefit of 20/20 hindsight is obvious…although not so at the time.


Guilty, Not Guilty, moves along at a fast pace and I believe would make a good read and is an excellent audiobook.


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Guilty, Not Guilty

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All but one of my S images comes from my Shed this week…

The white melamine squares are destined…


…to be shelves like this one.


Packet of Screws


Two Phillips head Screwdrivers

A Drop Saw


Wood Scraps


Computer Screen/Monitor.


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Feeding seagulls

Eye on the prize.


Five or six years ago we commenced feeding some bread

to a few Magpies each evening.

At first food was placed on the trampoline,

a safe distance from the house.



Our flock expanded with new season hatchlings

eventually finding the courage to join in at feed time…


I was never sure if this was a call to the rest of the family,

or a thank you from our black and white friends.

I would like to think the latter.


Several began turning up at the back door

almost pleading for their fix.


And so night after night the…

ritual continued.



…a new addition to our family began to mark her turf.


To watch another eat perfectly good food

was an utter waste in little Taji’s mind…


…and one night in sheer frustration

she could stand it no longer.

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