Miss Marple counted the stitches for the second time. Really, she mused to herself, she had surely knitted enough argyle socks for her godson Nick - the minor columnist and would be polymath - over the years to have more confidence in her ability to successfully turn a heel. But poor Nick, for all his earlier promise , was ,as he approached middle age, turning out to be a tetchy and snippy man , all too quick to criticise and fuss, especially, Miss Marple had observed, if the object of his criticism was a woman. So it behove her, for the sake of a more pleasant atmosphere, to ensure that socks knitted for Nick were as comfortable on his sensitive feet as she could make them. The weekend ahead was going to be a tricky one, without uncomfortable socks added to the mix.
It was not often that Jane Marple entertained in her own home, she no longer employed enough staff to deal with both cooking and cleaning to her own high standards (although fortunately she had instructed Maria, her cleaner, in the art of hospital corners ) and the local gastro pub was most obliging in providing delicious meals that only needed to be reheated in the microwave and decanted into the beautiful dinner service Jane had inherited from her dear mother. She was however, beginning to wonder if the combination of Nick staying for the weekend, and a dinner party planned for the Saturday evening where the guest of honour was a woman Miss Marple had long admired both for her literary skills and extraordinary humanitarian work, was actually ,on second thoughts, a good idea.
She chided herself for such a ridiculous thought, instead she should be looking forward to hosting and enjoying a civilised lively debate around her dinner table.
But just to be on the safe side she would make sure the good steak knives, the peen hammer, the box of rat poison, the decorative swords her father had been gifted by an eastern potentate, the fireside poker and her best letter opener were all safely locked away in the garden shed along with the now illegal weed killer she had so wisely bulk bought before the EU had banned it.
Jane Marple was a wise woman, well versed in the vagaries of human nature.
(inspired by a poster upthread who is also planning their own murder mystery!