'Oh dear,' said Paul glomily, 'it really is rather disillusioning. When one's friends marry for money they are wretched, when they marry for love it is worse. What is the proper thing to marry for, I should like to know?'Paul Fotheringay is in a funk. He has written a heartbreaking tragedy which everyone else seems to think is a ripping good comedy and this has made him very, very unhappy. His good friend, Amabelle, suggests he try nonfiction next time, because no-one could possibly misread nonfiction. Cheered, Paul decides to write a biography of the Victorian poetess Lady Maria Bobbins ... but is denied access to her letters and diaries by the current chatelaine of Compton Bobbin. Of course, he goes undercover (thanks again to Amabelle) as Bobby Bobbins' tutor and worms his way into the bosom of the Bobbins. There Paul thinks he falls in love with the lovely Bobbin daughter, Philadelphia, who is also pursued by one of Amabelle's old flames.
Witty and slightly absurd, Christmas Pudding was an extremely satisfactory read and I look forward to picking up Pigeon Pie and Don't Tell Alfred at the next opportunity.
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