I've never liked Sunday afternoons. Sunday mornings aren't too bad but Sunday afternoons are empty, restless places, with absolutely nothing going for them. Nor does the internet work very well on Sunday afternoons, so a person is down to reading a book if they wish to escape.
Fortunately I have been able to download Peter Cheyney's entire Dark Series.
It's the Second World War, and Cheyney's hero is hunting down spies, leering at
female night club singers and playing very loose with the rules so that the
novelist might find ever more endearing descriptions of cigarette smoking. It's