In 2014 ‘Mr. Mad’ was published.
Imagine a box. Imagine putting all the darker aspects of yourself, all the things you would rather no-one knew about you, into that box and imagine closing the lid. Feel better?
Doctor Georgina Barnes is a respected psychiatric consultant on a busy hospital ward. She knows exactly how to convince people that she is confident, capable and in control. All of the darker aspects of herself are safely locked away in a box. No-one can threaten the façade. Not even Junior Doctor Billy Craig?
A year ago, Redman was a detective with the police. Now he’s an in-patient on a psychiatric ward. When a fellow patient falls to his death from the hospital roof, Redman’s cop instincts re-awaken. People say the old guy took his own life. Redman is not convinced. But if the man was pushed from that roof… who pushed him? And why are the hospital authorities so keen to avoid an investigation?
The doctors have suggested Redman imagine a box. They say he should imagine putting the symptoms of his illness; the voices, the hallucinations, the paranoia… into that box. Redman battles his symptoms in order to uncover the truth about the man who fell from the roof. Everyone on the ward is a suspect, even Redman himself. To solve the mystery, he must face his own demons. He must open the box
‘I initially wrote these as separate stories for children age 8-13 but found that, even though most of the stories can be read independently, there was a definite plot progression which meant that they were best read in a particular order. So it may be that the stories end up being called chapters or maybe I’ll just have a list of titles. Anyway, here’s the stories/chapters/titles in the correct order.’ JK
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This track is so addictive, playing it on repeat is starting to drive me insane. I think Balthazar is a Belgian band but I don’t know much more than that. They’re albums are on Spotify and there’s lots of good tracks but this is the most addictive.
We have someone new in the house. Sheila the cat is now a permanent resident. When she originally came to us she was called Scruff but you’ve never seen a cat who is less of a scruff; she’s actually smooth and silky. So she’s now called Sheila.
When I was a kid I had a dog so I’m not experienced with cats. I love animals but I’d never choose to have a pet (I was outvoted in this case). Dogs and cats only really live for 10 to 15 years which is just enough time for you to grow to totally love them as one of the family before they cruelly die on you and leave you a sobbing, traumatised wreck. Why would I volunteer for that? Plus there’s the cleaning up of the crap.