The second of the week’s outings took both Natalie and me this time for something decided different. Highfield Hall was holding a Murder Mystery night, where you have some food, some drink and try and find out who killed the host of the evening.

Highfield Hall is somewhere in North Wales, yes Wales, where a Welshman with many girlfriends is considered to be a shepherd. It’s a hotel, where they have various events such as barn painting or clothes drying, some such like that, and they also do evenings like the murder mystery and Justine, one lady in North Wales, thought it would be something different for everyone to enjoy. We then tagged along.

The company we were in, were those I hadn’t seen for a very long time. Justine was a year older and a year wiser (well not for another week at the time but never mind) so hurrah three times! Jo was showing the baby pounds now, and she is expecting a girl which is nice. I’m never sure what to say about babies being honest.

Haydn and Claire were also there (thank you once again for the present, it was really unexpected and nice), with Mandy and her new boyfriend, who is an absolute hoot by the way, it appears there are truly others in the world with a fantastic sense of humour like myself, but his was clearly more refined and he has much to teach me!

The murder itself revolved around a womaniser who had three women on the go, one who had money, one who did the washing and one who gave off the impression of being a lady of the night, but was a complete red herring.

You got the impression as events moved on that although only one person would have comitted the murder, more than one person would have known about it, and we had the chance to question the ladies in regards to what was going on with them, asking various questions such as what washing powder do you use? Are you a hore? What time is it?

Something which real life detectives would love would happen, but that pesky thing called death get in the way, you even getting a chance to talk to the dead man, which is different. I must admit though, the way he was playing off all the ladies, was quite a piece of work, and again I feel I have much to learn.

The only difference with the people you question, the dead don’t lie and the living will. Which means that you have to remember everything you are given just in case those lovable rogues tell you fibs.

One surprise of the evening was one of the women’s names, the lady of the night, turned ruse to lure us away, she was called Linda Carter. Now forgive me, but that instantly means Wonder Woman was involved somewhere along the line. When she came out from behind the curtain, both Mandy’s new bo (I will get his name one day!) and myself stated singing “Wonder Woman!” in a pitch that made the Bee gees sound like tug boats.

Good twists and turns were abounding on the story, and only towards the end would you have enough pieces of the puzzle to guess who it was. I won’t say who did it, how and why, but you get the chance to go through an evening like this I do suggest you go because at the very least you get to be whatever your favourite detective is, wish I had that smelly brown mac now.

The food was alright, the coffee was plentiful, as I was still tired from the night before already but it was great to see people again, old and new and for the first time in a long time, I look forward to the next meeting of us all.