At sixty, Victor Meldrew was finally leaving behind the demands of his security work at Watson-Mycroft. His departure was swift; he was soon superseded by an automated system. Yet, Victor would find that retirement offered no respite from h…

Victor Meldrew’s retirement seems to be presenting him with an unending series of difficulties. A boisterous party next door, a perplexing and unsettling skin condition, and the solemnity of an atheist funeral – has the final straw broken h…

Following a mugging during a badger photography expedition, compounded by the defacement of his home with a rather pointed message – "The Man Who Lives Here Is A Turd" – Victor resolved to organize a meeting dedicated to crime prevention.

Having endured over three hours confined within the dusty confines of the shed, followed by a full day spent with his eyes closed after an eye exam, Victor found himself utterly ill-equipped for the demands of babysitting.

Margaret was relieved that Victor had found an outlet for his time, yet a shadow of displeasure fell upon her when she learned his chosen pursuit: painting nude figures.

Still recovering from a bout of food poisoning and with an electrical issue unresolved, the Meldrews finally set off on a holiday they’d earned. Yet, this respite appears to be merely the beginning of their troubles.