if anybody needs some distraction today let me heartily recommend the Hilary Tamar mysteries by Sarah Caudwell, which are about wittily bitchy queercoded lawyers solving murders and tax cases in 1980s London. revel in a narrator whose gender is Oxford Don, a world where rich people have to suffer a 90% top tax rate, a cast whose hobbies are avoiding doing legal work, getting laid, being witty, drinking wine, and chainsmoking, and also occasionally there is a murder. it's a great time.
I recommend these books as "Imagine if a bunch of Enid Blyton characters were old enough to drink and have casual sex." Unless I'm recommending them to barristers, in which I explain that it's a series about barristers solving mysteries and doing about as well as you would expect.
These specific recommendations probably don't work outside the Commonwealth, but I can't help that.