Cold Comfort Farm junked, unfinished. Dated humour, contrived joke characters, 1930s middle class smugness.

A call from the editor, who turned down my earlier offer to review Kevin Rowland’s Bless Me Father, to review it after all, has pushed a compendium of Chekov short stories and JF Hendrie’s Fernie Brae down the priority list.

I’ve run out of Spotify listening time in finishing the Nicholls audiobook (4/5), and I’m still in the early stages of Toibin’s Thomas Mann yarn. I’m catching up on a podcast backlog due to Spotify’s tight-fistedness.