My inner pseud is ashamed that I enjoyed The Sloping Experience so much, especially as it falls squarely in the category of what I've heard described snottily as "'humorous' novels by upper middle class dickheads from the Home Counties".
The thing is, there's nothing wrong about 'humorous' novels by upper middle class dickheads from the Home Counties. Some of my best friends are dickheads. In fact, I'm almost sure Ursula Bentley isn't a dickhead.
Either way, she seems to have come up with something that's entertaining, which trots along nicely, is written with good taste, intelligence, a grin and a twinkle in the author's eye.
The book has incest, medieval history, a disputed will, a stolen historical relic and a lot of good fun along those lines, and if you find it lying about a junk sale (as I did), you could do worse than to pick it up for a couple of quid.