Typical. Just typical.
I've been looking through my photos of years past (I wrote that because it sounds good but hardly because I expect to look at photos of years to come), and came across these photos of the beautiful Church of the Holy Innocents in Peel Forest, where my family and I spent Christmas a few years ago. We spent some time wandering round the graveyard, because that's what we like to do, and I took a photo of the gravestone, pictured below, of "Edith Ngaio Marsh" because the name sounded familiar.
I forgot all about this. But in the past few years I've picked up a Ngaio Marsh detective novel or two, and if only I'd read the books when I found her grave completely by accident, I could have got all fangirlish and excited. Now I have to settle for getting slightly excited and fangirlish looking at a photo I took once upon a time.