I knew there was one I didn't like ...
1 star
... and this is it. This is the weakest of the Flaxborough novels I've thus far re-read.
The plot is ... unlikely ... at best. The large chunk devoted to washing powder probably seemed like an excellent satirical take at the time but doesn't age well. Lucy Teatime pops in only briefly and why she's doing what she's now going in not well explained and the whole thing just doesn't hang together well.
