Feeling Comfortable

What could be more comfortable on a Sunday night than a good murder? For the first time in yonks Noi and I enjoyed a Midsomer Murder this evening, with a decent body count of three. The first killing was excellently nasty, featuring someone being run over by a tank, and coming ahead of the credits for the programme, as the first murder always should. We didn't get even close to guessing the killer, which is as it should be when you're as tired as we felt. All highly predictable and highly satisfactory.