Stuff

 It always puzzles me that the On the Beach advert family are so unpleasant - the mum whacks some bloke at the pool with a discarded flipflop, the brother licks his ice-cream greedily & smugly in the face of his sister who had dropped hers, they act like inconsiderate pigs generally. 

I thought the idea of holiday ads was to be aspirational, but the aspiration wouldn't usually be to behave like arseholes.

Anyhoo.

I finished Rev Richard Coles' Murder before Evensong last week. It was a cosy murder mystery and there were three murders in the end after a gentle start. I guess it's set in the '80s? Must be because the protagonist was a hip rector for knowing of Erasure. I enjoyed it; it was quite sedate but comforting in pace, and his characters were likeable. The reveal wasn't particularly believable or wholly satisfying in my view, but I'd give his next outing with Canon Clement a read, I reckon. 

I'm currently reading Brian Bilston's Days like These.