Liz Mistry's Blog

It is always a joy to talk to readers about my books and crime fiction and so forth, so I was absolutely delighted to be asked to do a presentation about my writing and then meet with reading groups to talk about The Blood Promise. Sponsored by Bradford 2025 and supported by Bradford Libraries, Silsden Book group organized a vibrant and friendly event that brought together book groups from all over the district to celebrate their love of reading. Huge thanks to Wendy for organising this mammoth task and to all the volunteers who made it run so smoothly during the day.

Choosing my presentation title was easy for me because for as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with monsters, bogeymen, ghosts and things that frighten me, so it was a delight to share my weird and warped mind with a room full of interested people.

Afterwards, the audience was divided into groups to discuss the talking points I had suggested for The Blood Promise. Skillfully guided round the groups by Dee and Anna I spent a lovely hour talking all things blood promise, from our memories, to nature Vs Nurture, to including the teen characters, to some of those scenes and the relationship between the characters. It was so lovely to talk about my characters and to see what others thought about Jazzy and Queenie and the rest of The Jazz Queens, especially in such a friendly environment.

Then the next part of the day was a Q&A session hosted by the lovely Dee from Bradford Libraries.

Questions were far reaching, thoughtful and enjoyable to answer and ranged from talking about my writing process, to thoughts for future books, what the characters might do next and more and really kept me on my toes. It was thrilling to see readers so engaged and all in one place and I really think more of these types of events are essential in brining people together.

Then the day was rounded off by book signing, coffee and socialising. Being able to speak one to one with readers was brilliant and I really hope to see some of you again in the future .

Once again, thanks to all involved in this fabulous day. It was a pleasure to be part of something so special.

The first is that the first two Books in my Solanki & McQueen series set in Scotland are on offer on Kindle Monthly Deal for ONLY 99p  throughout the whole of January in the UK 
is which means you can buy both THE REVENGE PACT & THE BLOOD PROMISE for  UNDER £2 

Here’s what The Peterborough Telegraph said about them; 
‘‘Wisecracking West Lothian cop duo Jazzy Solanki and Annie McQueen made their debut in the terrific The Blood Promise, and this follow-up rocks.’  
You can buy them here 

THE REVENGE PACT
THE BLOOD PROMISE

Book 3 in the Solanki & McQueen crime series is available to pre order now. 

It’s called Deadly Reckoning and I look froward to sharing the finalised cover in due course. 

Release date is July 3rd 2025

Deadly Reckoning

A DEADLY DISCOVERY

Enjoying a rare day off, DS Jazzy Solanki’s peaceful spring walk is interrupted when a body is discovered along her path. Instinct tells her it’s not a coincidence.

A HIDDEN THREAT

Could Jazzy’s estranged, vengeful stepsister – consumed by grief over their brother’s death – be sending her a deadly message?

A RACE AGAINST TIME

Then a child goes missing. The crimes appear unrelated, but Jazzy’s gut insists there’s a sinister connection, one that points straight at her. With time running out, Jazzy and her team must uncover the truth before the killer finds them.

You can Pre-order here
Deadly Reckoning

DS NIKKI PAREKH SERIES

It must be giddy January because , as if that’s not enough. You can also get the first three books in my Nikki Parekh series which is set in Yorkshire on KINDLE UNLIMITED

Last Request
As the body count rises, Nikki must do everything she can to stop the killer in their tracks before anyone else gets hurt – even if it means digging up secrets she had long kept hidden…

Broken Silence
When Detective Felicity Springer is reported missing, the countdown to find her begins…

Dark Memories 
THREE LETTERS. THREE MURDERS. THE CLOCK IS TICKING…

Look out for more stuff on The Crime Warp soon. Including my early January reads and more

Exclusive to Mistry VIP members is two things – A Sneaky Peek (extract) from The Revenge Pact accompanied by images of Cairnpapple Hill taken when I was undergoing my research.

One of the subplots in The Revenge Pact revolves around the reconstruction of the face of a body found on Cairnpapple Hill many years ago. Cairnpapple Hill is a Neolithic henge near Bathgate in West Lothian and seemed like the ideal place for the discovery of human remains years earlier. But what do these remains have to do with Jazzy & Queenie’s ongoing investigation, especially when the victims doppelganger walks into the police station?

The Revenge Pact

Extract from Chapter 10

‘I’m a dead man.’

Jazzy who had been in the process of sending a sneaky text to Fenton asking for forensic updates on the latest gang-related crime scene – a body dumped on the banks of Linlithgow Loch – looked up at the unfamiliar man. Tall, slender, probably in his early thirties with a riot of floppy brown hair that he had tucked behind his ears. He was going prematurely grey at the temples, and judging by his rapid blinking, he was nervous. She turned to the uniformed officer standing beside him. ‘Sergeant Hobson?’

Wullie Hobson smirked and splayed his shovel-like hands before him. ‘This is well above mah pay grade, DS Solanki. Think it’s more of a detective sergeant’s job than a beat bobby’s. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you to it. Loads to do downstairs and I’m off shift in . . .’ backing towards the door, he glanced at his watch, his smile widening as he saw the time ‘. . . fifteen minutes and twenty-five seconds.’

Jazzy got to her feet and in her haste to reach the sergeant before he left, managed to bang her cast on the edge of the desk. A sharp pain radiated right up her arm, through her elbow, and settled in a ball of tension in her shoulder. ‘Wait, Wullie.’

With a wiggle of his fingers and a large wink, Wullie allowed the door of the Major Incident Team’s shared office space to close between them. No bloody respect. A quick glance round the room told her that, for once, she was alone. Trust everyone to be absent when I want to palm a civilian off on them. With a fixed smile, Jazzy gestured to an area to the side of the room, designated for these sorts of civilian visits, then rolled her eyes. Queenie had been at it again, using the desk as a picnic table and not bothering to clean up after herself.

As Mr Nervous settled into one of the two chairs, Jazzy found a bin and, uncaring that Queenie would give her laldie later on, swept the entirety of her colleague’s lunch into it. Settled opposite him, Jazzy rested her arms on the table and, head to one side, smiled. ‘I’m Detective Sergeant Solanki and whatever’s bothering you, I’ll see if I can be of assistance, although really, here in the Major Incident Team we don’t usually see walk-ins.’ She paused as a flush made its way up Mr Nervous’s cheeks, then relented. ‘That’s quite a statement you made there, Mr . . . ?’

‘Mackie.’ He extended a hand across the table, then reconsidered and let it fall into his lap instead. ‘Sidney. I mean you can call me Sid. Most folk do, but Sidney is my proper name.’ He grimaced, blinking again, before focusing on his hands in his lap.

Unsure what to make of him, Jazzy allowed the silence between them to grow. He was well presented and, despite his jittery behaviour, she didn’t get any unstable or druggy-type vibes from him – not that she was qualified to make either assessment, but experience and instinct made her pretty sure she was right. Besides, Wullie would have screened him before bringing him up here.

‘So, Sid, would you care to elaborate on what you mean about being a dead man, for if you don’t mind me saying, you look pretty alive to me. Do you feel endangered? Is that why you’ve come here today? Has someone threatened you?’

Sid inhaled a breath so deep it threatened to suck all the air from the room, but it also seemed to settle his nerves because his eyes lifted to meet Jazzy’s. He swallowed as if preparing to speak, and then stopped, but in the end, shook his head and thrust a crumpled and folded wad of paper at her.

Intrigued, Jazzy accepted the sheets, but placed them on the table unopened. ‘I’ll get you some water, Sid. Maybe that’ll help. I can see you’re rattled, but at some point, you’re going to have to speak to me, so let’s just see if we can calm you down a little.’

As she walked over to the water cooler, she considered phoning DC Geordie McBurnie. He was far better at calming people down than she was. Hell, even the normally abrasive Queenie – when in the right mood – was better at it than Jazzy. She handed the recyclable cup of water to Sid, resumed her seat opposite and flicked the papers open. It was a newspaper article printed from a computer but although the headline itself was attention-grabbing, it was the image that made Jazzy’s breath hitch in her throat. For long seconds, she studied it, her eyes darting from it to the man before her trying to make sense of what she was seeing in the context of the article. NowI understand why you’re so upset.

She read the headline again.

CAIRNPAPPLE MAN’S FACE RECONSTRUCTED: DO YOU RECOGNISE THIS MAN?

Jazzy remembered hearing about the case when she was training at Tulliallan. Cairnpapple Hill was such a well-known local Neolithic site, that the discovery of human remains buried in a shallow grave nearby had created quite a buzz. The victim had been murdered and, despite an extensive investigation, was never identified, thus making it one of the most significant cold cases in the region. How tragic that someone could remain unidentified for over thirty years. Had no one missed him? Many theories had circulated at the time – that he was an illegal immigrant, that he’d come over from Ireland, that he’d come from London and some even wondered if he’d travelled from as far afield as the United States, but none of those theories had borne fruit. Finally, with nobody coming forward to identify the man, his case had been referred to the Scottish Cold Case Unit at Glasgow Caledonian University, where it appeared that at last some progress had been made on the decades-old investigation.

Sid leaned forward, his voice hoarse and stilted. ‘You see it, don’t you? That man in the photo is me. I’m that dead man.’

Jazzy took a moment to compose herself. Clearly, the dead man in the newspaper wasn’t Sid Mackie; still the resemblance between the two was disconcerting. ‘Look, let me read the article and we’ll go from there, okay?’

If you’re going to create a boxing club in Edinburgh in your book, then what better name to choose than one that offers a wee nod to both one of my all-time favourite crime authors, Ian Rankin and the cause of my fascination with the ‘darker side of life’, 1960s serial killer Bible John.

Rankin’s 1997 book Black and Blue deals with a Bible John copycat killer dubbed Johnny Bible whilst The Revenge Pact deals with turf wars between Edinburgh and Glasgow and a serial killer intent on taking revenge and neither are particularly savoury characters. So, in my mind it would be rude not to have used such a patently apt name for a boxing club.

Of course, when you’re creating fictional organised criminal gangs, you need to situate their criminal enterprises somewhere under the guise of legitimate businesses and where better than a boxing club that’s been around for decades and where some of Scotland’s greatest boxers may have once trained.

I was familiar with Ken Buchanan as a boxer and on a recent trip to Edinburgh, I had my picture taken with his life-sized bronze statue which is situated outside the St James Quarter near Leith Walk, which made it easy to imagine that boxing clubs throughout Edinburgh would claim that famous boxers had once trained in their facilities.

I find that mixing snippets of local history to my writing brings the settings and characters to life and I have to say, I thoroughly enjoyed doing that when creating Black and Blue in Gorgie.

Here’s a wee extract from The Revenge Pact Chapter 15.

The Black & Blue boxing club in Gorgie used to be one of Loanie’s favourite haunts. It had been around for decades and he remembered his stocky wee da bringing him here when the pungent smell of the coach’s cigars battled for dominance against the heady mix of adolescent sweat mingled with the heavier, meatier stench of old men past their best and the equally distinctive nip of metallic tanginess that hung like a stark, ever-present warning in the air – If you dare to set foot in the Black & Blue boxing ring then prepare to bleed. Prepare to sacrifice some of your blood to the litres spilled by boxing heroes of the past.

When Loanie was a kid, the big rumour was that Ken Buchanan, the former world lightweight champion, had trained in Black & Blue and that was why black and white photos of the boxer with gloves on, fists up hung slightly tattered around the grimy grey walls. There was even a rumour that crime writer Ian Rankin named a book after the club – though Loanie doubted that Rankin even knew of its existence.

The club made him think of his auld man. Fat Boy Gibbsy, everybody called him to his face, but behind his back it was Fucking Bastard Boy Gibbsy. Loanie’s dad was a scrapper. A nasty piece of work. Loanie reckoned his dad’s lack of height made him even nastier than he otherwise would’ve been. It was said that Fat Boy Gibbsy could have been as good as any of the great Scottish boxers – Kenny Anderson, Vernon Sollas, Tancy Lee – if he’d just kept off the sauce and if he’d had the nous to realise that boxing was a discipline to be exercised in the ring, not an excuse to obliterate every demon, real or imagined, outside it. Fat Boy Gibbsy’s special brand of evil went before him and there were few daft enough to cross him outside the ring and even fewer prepared to take him on inside it.

I hope you enjoyed this early insight into The Revenge Pact which is published on 21st November 2024

I am notoriously bad at keeping secrets, but I have one to keep right now. Fortunately, it’s only for a few more weeks and although I’m involved in it, I’m a very minor player in the whole thing. Still, it was a great experience and I was giddy as hell. (I don’t get out much – and I do get over excitable too)

Here’s me getting the train! Ooooh , a choo choo train! I’m 61 years old not 3 but still!

It involved an early morning trip to Manchester (a thrill in itself for me as it meant I got to spend time with my youngest) and afterwards I had a wee mulled wine at the Christmas markets and tea with my boy.

All in all a great day out and I’m proud that even after a day I’ve managed to keep it a secret because…. SSSSSSH! IT’S A SECRET

Chosen at random was entrant no 53 who is Anna Maria Tuckey. Huge Congratulations. I’ve emailed you, so just reply with your address and all these goodies will be sent to you ASAP!!!!

It’s only eight days till The Revenge Pact leaves home and flutters into the eager arms of crime fiction lovers. So, I’ve decided to celebrate with a MEGA Release day GIVEAWAY which any of my Mistry VIP club members can enter. (Unfortunately due to prohibitive costs the main prize will be UK only) However I will send a signed copy of The Blood Promise (Book 1 in the series) internationally to one lucky winner as well as the UK prize outlined below.

What do you have to do?

For the chance to win either the UK or the international prizes

Leave a comment below and you will be entered Draw takes place on 25th November 2024 (UK ONLY for main prize, signed book international prize)

Prizes are (UK ONLY):

Signed copies of The Revenge Pact & The Blood Promise

£25 Waterstones voucher

Tunnock’s Tea Cakes

2 x Incense sticks packs (sandalwood & Rose

Wooden sculpted Ganesh statue

Diamante trinket box

Hand made paper notebook including diamante pen, elephant key ring & fridge magnet

Paisley design compact mirror

International Prize:

Signed copy of The Blood Promise

Good Luck everyone!

It’s only eight days till The Revenge Pact leaves home and flutters into the eager arms of crime fiction lovers. So, I’ve decided to celebrate with a MEGA Release day GIVEAWAY which any of my Mistry VIP club members can enter. (Unfortunately due to prohibitive costs the main prize will be UK only) However I will send a signed copy of The Blood Promise (Book 1 in the series) internationally to one lucky winner as well as the UK prize outlined below.

What do you have to do?

For the chance to win either the UK or the international prizes

Leave a comment below and you will be entered Draw takes place on 25th November 2024 (UK ONLY for main prize, signed book international prize)

Prizes are (UK ONLY):

Signed copies of The Revenge Pact & The Blood Promise

£25 Waterstones voucher

Tunnock’s Tea Cakes

2 x Incense sticks packs (sandalwood & Rose

Wooden sculpted Ganesh statue

Diamante trinket box

Hand made paper notebook including diamante pen, elephant key ring & fridge magnet

Paisley design compact mirror

International Prize:

Signed copy of The Blood Promise

Good Luck everyone!

For A Chance To Win The Goodies Below :

Read the story below, then tell me in the comments below what your plans for Diwali/Halloween are.

You will automatically be entered in the prize draw which will be drawn at random at Noon on 5th November 2024. Good Luck!

SHORT STORY

Diwali/ Halloween at Jazzy’s Parents’ home

30th Oct 2024

The night before Diwali

As the warmth of her parents’ home in Portobello surrounded her like a warm blanket on a dreich night, Jazzy heaved a sigh and tried to throw off the heavy weight of closing the investigation into the stabbing of a child in Kirknewton. As she waited for her mum to come through with her colourful divas which would be lit at every window and door in the house to symbolically welcome home Lord Rama and his wife Sita after their enforced exile and after their battle against the ten headed demon Ravana, Jazzy stared through the kitchen window into the darkness beyond. With the familiar shadows moving outside and rain beating a gentle rap on the window, she reflected on the similarities between her job as a police detective in the major incidents team in Lothian & Borders and the symbolism of the festival she would celebrate with her family and friends tomorrow. Diwali, an autumn festival of light, celebrated good overcoming evil and light obscuring darkness. In her job she was all too familiar with the evil things that happened in the world and her main driving force in joining the police in the first place was to bring as much of that evil to justice as she could. After the week she’d had when she’d seen evil rear its ugly and cause pain and sorrow, tonight, she really needed to believe in the power of good over evil.

            Her thoughts were interrupted as her mum laid her hand on her shoulder. “Come on Jasmine, leave work behind you. Let’s light the divas to guide goodness into our lives. Then tomorrow your friends will come and we’ll celebrate our festival in style. I’ve been cooking all week for this.”

            Jazzy hugged her mum and then with dad following behind to light the clay divas, she and her mum positioned them at the widows and doorways. As their twinkling flames lit up the house and agarbatti mingled with the familiar aromas of Gujarati cooking, Jazzy began to relax and look forward to introducing her friends to the customs, she had only ever shared with her parents and occasionally the Hindu community in Edinburgh.

2024 would be a joyful Diwali!

31st October 2024

Diwali/ Halloween Day

Dressed in a lengha that matched the peach and green of her mother’s embroidered sari, Jazzy, for once luxuriated in the sense of celebration. She’d even applied some makeup and styled her hair letting the curls trail down her back. After helping her parents with the final preparations, she stood before their ornately carved Mandir and smiled as her mum did aarti.

            Now, peering from the living room window she saw a convoy of vehicles pull up outside from which her fellow detectives and their partners descended. First was gangly, ginger haired DC Geordie McBurnie with his rather muscly partner Guy, followed by the much shorter, rather nervous DC Fenton Heggie and his tall slender fiancée and taking up the rear was the McQueen family. Most were dressed in their glad rags, looking rather sophisticated, each carrying bottles of wine, flowers, chocolates and more. As Jazzy opened the door two-year-old Ruby burst past everyone arriving first on the doorstep her face alight with excitement as she pirouetted before Jazzy. “Do you like my princess dress Jazzy? Don’t I look beautiful? We’ve been to Claire’s Halloween party first and we went guising, so I dressed up as a princess. Papa and Granny dressed up too. I sorted out their outfits.”

            Jazzy lifted the girl into her arms and welcomed her friends inside. Craig, Queenie’s husband, looking rather dashing as Prince Charming, grinned. “Queenie’s not entirely happy with the outfit Ruby chose for her, so she’s hoping to sneak in when we’re in the living room and get changed without being seen.”  As he herded them all inside he cast a wave towards his car and grinned. “But that’s not going to happen is it?”

            Fenton and Geordie, barely able to keep their faces straight shook their heads. “Nae chance. We’re after payback after all the times she’s hassled us.”

Jazzy set Ruby down on the carpet. “Surely, her costume can’t be that bad, can it?”

Craig’s phone beeped and his grin widened. “Judge for yourself. She’s on her way, so wheesht everyone.”

Seconds later a faint huffing and puffing was heard outside. Then the door opened and Queenie stood there. When she saw the welcoming committee awaiting her arrival she snorted and glared at Fenton. “I bet you put them up to this Haggis, didn’t you?”

Ruby rushed to her granny and tugged at her hand. “Doesn’t Granny Queenie look great. Can you guess who she’s come as”

Geordie, straight faced frowned and shook his head. “No, Ruby, we’ve nae….”

Before he could finish, Queenie, in her off white tunic cinched at the waist by a belt that barely fastened over her rotund belly and a horrendously thick pair of dirty brown tights, turned an even more vivid shade of green than the makeup, three-year-old Ruby had not so skilfully applied, the ogre’s ears made from loo roll holders positioned on either side of her head wobbled as she glared at them. “I ken, I ken. I’m too braw to be Shrek, but…” Queenie’s angry face dissolved into a gentle grin. “My wee lassie was determined so, what could Granny Queenie do, eh?”

Laughing they all went indoors to celebrate Diwali, which this year coincided with Halloween and as Jazzy’s mum handed Ruby a Pumpkin shaped Penda sweet, they prepared to celebrate both festivals together.

Don’t forget to enter the Giveaway by telling me your plans for Diwali/Halloween n the comments below

For A Chance To Win The Goodies Below :

Read the story below, then tell me in the comments below what your plans for Diwali/Halloween are.

You will automatically be entered in the prize draw which will be drawn at random at Noon on 5th November 2024. Good Luck!

SHORT STORY

Diwali/ Halloween at Jazzy’s Parents’ home

30th Oct 2024

The night before Diwali

As the warmth of her parents’ home in Portobello surrounded her like a warm blanket on a dreich night, Jazzy heaved a sigh and tried to throw off the heavy weight of closing the investigation into the stabbing of a child in Kirknewton. As she waited for her mum to come through with her colourful divas which would be lit at every window and door in the house to symbolically welcome home Lord Rama and his wife Sita after their enforced exile and after their battle against the ten headed demon Ravana, Jazzy stared through the kitchen window into the darkness beyond. With the familiar shadows moving outside and rain beating a gentle rap on the window, she reflected on the similarities between her job as a police detective in the major incidents team in Lothian & Borders and the symbolism of the festival she would celebrate with her family and friends tomorrow. Diwali, an autumn festival of light, celebrated good overcoming evil and light obscuring darkness. In her job she was all too familiar with the evil things that happened in the world and her main driving force in joining the police in the first place was to bring as much of that evil to justice as she could. After the week she’d had when she’d seen evil rear its ugly and cause pain and sorrow, tonight, she really needed to believe in the power of good over evil.

            Her thoughts were interrupted as her mum laid her hand on her shoulder. “Come on Jasmine, leave work behind you. Let’s light the divas to guide goodness into our lives. Then tomorrow your friends will come and we’ll celebrate our festival in style. I’ve been cooking all week for this.”

            Jazzy hugged her mum and then with dad following behind to light the clay divas, she and her mum positioned them at the widows and doorways. As their twinkling flames lit up the house and agarbatti mingled with the familiar aromas of Gujarati cooking, Jazzy began to relax and look forward to introducing her friends to the customs, she had only ever shared with her parents and occasionally the Hindu community in Edinburgh.

2024 would be a joyful Diwali!

31st October 2024

Diwali/ Halloween Day

Dressed in a lengha that matched the peach and green of her mother’s embroidered sari, Jazzy, for once luxuriated in the sense of celebration. She’d even applied some makeup and styled her hair letting the curls trail down her back. After helping her parents with the final preparations, she stood before their ornately carved Mandir and smiled as her mum did aarti.

            Now, peering from the living room window she saw a convoy of vehicles pull up outside from which her fellow detectives and their partners descended. First was gangly, ginger haired DC Geordie McBurnie with his rather muscly partner Guy, followed by the much shorter, rather nervous DC Fenton Heggie and his tall slender fiancée and taking up the rear was the McQueen family. Most were dressed in their glad rags, looking rather sophisticated, each carrying bottles of wine, flowers, chocolates and more. As Jazzy opened the door two-year-old Ruby burst past everyone arriving first on the doorstep her face alight with excitement as she pirouetted before Jazzy. “Do you like my princess dress Jazzy? Don’t I look beautiful? We’ve been to Claire’s Halloween party first and we went guising, so I dressed up as a princess. Papa and Granny dressed up too. I sorted out their outfits.”

            Jazzy lifted the girl into her arms and welcomed her friends inside. Craig, Queenie’s husband, looking rather dashing as Prince Charming, grinned. “Queenie’s not entirely happy with the outfit Ruby chose for her, so she’s hoping to sneak in when we’re in the living room and get changed without being seen.”  As he herded them all inside he cast a wave towards his car and grinned. “But that’s not going to happen is it?”

            Fenton and Geordie, barely able to keep their faces straight shook their heads. “Nae chance. We’re after payback after all the times she’s hassled us.”

Jazzy set Ruby down on the carpet. “Surely, her costume can’t be that bad, can it?”

Craig’s phone beeped and his grin widened. “Judge for yourself. She’s on her way, so wheesht everyone.”

Seconds later a faint huffing and puffing was heard outside. Then the door opened and Queenie stood there. When she saw the welcoming committee awaiting her arrival she snorted and glared at Fenton. “I bet you put them up to this Haggis, didn’t you?”

Ruby rushed to her granny and tugged at her hand. “Doesn’t Granny Queenie look great. Can you guess who she’s come as”

Geordie, straight faced frowned and shook his head. “No, Ruby, we’ve nae….”

Before he could finish, Queenie, in her off white tunic cinched at the waist by a belt that barely fastened over her rotund belly and a horrendously thick pair of dirty brown tights, turned an even more vivid shade of green than the makeup, three-year-old Ruby had not so skilfully applied, the ogre’s ears made from loo roll holders positioned on either side of her head wobbled as she glared at them. “I ken, I ken. I’m too braw to be Shrek, but…” Queenie’s angry face dissolved into a gentle grin. “My wee lassie was determined so, what could Granny Queenie do, eh?”

Laughing they all went indoors to celebrate Diwali, which this year coincided with Halloween and as Jazzy’s mum handed Ruby a Pumpkin shaped Penda sweet, they prepared to celebrate both festivals together.

Don’t forget to enter the Giveaway by telling me your plans for Diwali/Halloween n the comments below

It was the usual London weather