AUTUMN is the season of good television, and I am currently addicted (as usual) to helpings of sparkly dancing and tearful baking (and occasionally, tearful dancing and sparkly baking.)

This is necessary, following a brutal and nail-biting few weeks catching up with summer hits Killing Eve and The Handmaid’s Tale – programmes which, while excellent, really do require some fairly extensive steeling of nerves to watch.

However even I, a loyal and unwavering Strictly and Great British Bake Off fan, eventually reach peak ‘journey’ TV and long for a good crime drama to dissect and discuss through the dark days of winter.

Jed Mercurio, of Line of Duty fame, announced recently that series six of his tense police drama which made household names of anti-corruption officers Hastings, Arnott and Fleming *might* air sooner than expected in 2020, which is exciting.

There will be more cases too, for the Death in Paradise lot and Shakespeare and Hathaway, the private investigators from daytime telly.

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All of these potentially pale in comparison, however, to the exciting tale of the plucky amateur detectives right here in Glasgow, who foiled a dognapper and returned the pinched pooch to its grateful owner.

This little gem of a story has all the ingredients of a guaranteed heartwarmer – a stolen pet, a heartbroken owner, a community coming together for a dramatic rescue and some excellent dialogue that could have come straight out of a Raymond Chandler novel.

The story began in the Gorbals, when Blake the dog was stolen from outside a shop.

Owner and super-sleuth Kirsteen Marshall refused to give him up without a fight, obtaining CCTV footage, launching a social media campaign and enlisting the help of an “army” of friends, family and members of the public to Bring Blake Home.

Following up leads (sorry), she eventually pieced together what had happened, and when she received a message from the thief - ‘I have your dog’, of COURSE - she and her friends tracked him down to a house in another part of the city, like a canine version of the Liam Neeson movie, Taken.

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“Wrong dog, wrong community, wrong city,” she said, in a brilliant message to the thief.

“We did this the old school way, and it worked.”

Hurray for the dog detectives, cheered the rest of the city. Hang on - a crime-solving community, with added cute pets?

That’s a Sunday night telly drama if ever I heard one...