I’d gotten so far behind in logging BBC radio play adaptations of Agatha Christie novels that I just gave up and stopped putting them on the blog. But I just finished Elephants Can Remember, an adaptation of the Poirot novel where a prospective mother-in-law asks Mrs. Oliver whether her god-daughter’s mother killed her father and then committed suicide, or was it the other way around? And I had to warn people that it contains not only an absolutely infuriating view of adoption, but a remarkably stupid position on nature v. nurture, not that any of the characters seem to notice. Emphatically not recommended.