I'm completely baffled by the title of this book - I thought it would have something to do with a birthday, but not so far. Maybe it will make sense by the end.
This is my 9th of these Pollard and Toye mysteries that I can read for free through the Kindle Unlimited program. This one was originally published in 1978. They are marketed as appealing to traditional mystery fans. They aren't really cozies (which is a positive as far as I'm concerned, since I'm not a fan of cozies) but they are mostly set in smallish English villages. I pretty much always enjoy them, but they don't really knock my socks off.
That's OK, though. Precious few books knock my socks off - if that was my expectation, I'd be disappointed all the time!