This series, about a mismatched pair of Bath detectives, continues a long national tradition: ending the weekend with a gruesome death
For some reason, we have evolved culturally to the point where we associate slow-moving intricate murder mysteries with the sleepy, dwindling hours of a Sunday night. Why is that? Why do we like to end our weekends by watching someone being slain in an interesting way? Why do we pin the rising associated dread of the oncoming rush of a Monday morning with, say, a happily married mum-of-two going missing abruptly and showing up dead in a reservoir with scratches on her hands that couldn’t possibly have been made by the local flora or fauna?
Related: The Guide: Staying In – sign up for our home entertainment tips