This should have been flagged in February when they sent a statement which (incorrectly) stated that they owed me £350, then couldn't give me an actual statement based on the meter reading I took, refused to come and do an actual reading themselves, and didn't send the revised statement they promised. Now they want to increase my payment by a whopping 150% and I want them to put me on the tariff we agreed last year and not to pay more than I should have on that. Sorting that out is tomorrow's promised treat - if the resolution team actually call me back. Not holding my breath for this.
Between that and getting thoroughly depressed and angry every time I see or hear a news bulletin I'm feeling at a particularly low ebb. Holidays cannot come quickly enough.
'Murder, Mr Mosley' was an impulse purchase a few weeks ago and is part of the pretty looking Pan reprints of books that mostly seem to be from the 1980's. The covers of these are curious. They have a deliberately nostalgic feel about them that makes you think you're picking up something golden age, or at least 1950's, and feel somewhat disconnected from the contents.
To be fair it's hard to imagine how you could evoke '80's book covers and still appeal to the target audience for these books, but I wish they would try. 'Murder, Mr Mosely' isn't a masterpiece, but it has a certain charm and it made me laugh - I'd definitely pick up another Greenwood for more of the same.
I think this one must be the first in the Mosely series, mostly because it refers to his lack of experience with murder cases, but it feels like it could come half way through which was occasionally irritating (it felt like I'd missed a chapter which explained this or that piece of background, but I hadn't). The plot goes a bit crazy too, but Greenwood's sense of humour and eye for odd details carries it through so that those things don't matter very much, and over all there was a lot to enjoy about this.
The plot, such as it is concerns the return of Brenda Cryer to the village of Parson's Fold, and her subsequent murder. She'd been gone for 17 years, her past is mysterious, and so is the source of her income. Mosley is the local man, more used to dealing with missing fruit and rustled geese, but somehow more on the ball than the extremely up to date Seargeant Beamish, thanks mostly to an extremely efficient network of gossip.
The question is, what has Brenda been up too, does it have anything to do with her murder, and what other connections might the investigation uncover...