Buried for Pleasure by Edmund Crispin

Buried for Pleasure was first published in 1948 and it’s a Gervase Fen mystery. If you enjoy wit and comedy served along with your crime fiction then this one will definitely be for you.

Gervase Fen is of course an Oxford professor but he has decided to branch out and run for parliament in the small rural constituency of Sanford Angelorm. The small town has more than its fair share of odd characters, which all adds to the fun.

Now for The Moving Toyshop by the same author, which I’ve just borrowed from the library.

I’m more or less on track to reach my goal of 100 books read this year. I did think that by this time I would have gone over 100 but the mild weather meant that I didn’t get as much reading done as usual. Also I’ve discovered that husbands when they’re retired (or maybe it’s just mine) take up quite a lot of your time, not that I’m complaining.

It’s now two weeks until Christmas so I have been busy blinging the place up, I might inflict some photos on you soon. I had intended to put a video of the garden on by now but it turned out that it was ten minutes long which is a bit problematical so I don’t know if that will happen now. Today we had our first snow of the winter but it didn’t lie and thankfully the east of Scotland has managed to dodge the worst of the stormy weather which has been battering the north and west of Scotland. It has been mainly grey and wet here, really dreich, so dark that you need to have lights on during the day so I’m pining for the 21st of this month, the winter solstice, when the daylight will begin to lengthen again. That date just cheers me up, just knowing that we’re on the right side of the year, as far as I’m concerned anyway.