Tonight we caught the final of Masterchef (the English version, from 2013) despite not having watched the series for some time. It was as gripping as ever, especially in terms of the sheer level of skill of the three amateur (can hardly believe it) chefs involved. And last night we watched our first Midsomer Murder for one heck of a time (from Series 18, featuring the new Barnaby with a new (to us) assistant.) Again it was as good as always with three folk meeting their maker in three highly satisfactorily unpleasant manners and both of us not having a clue who dunnit.
Not sure exactly how we managed to get out of the habit of viewing old favourites, but recent viewing has been a salutary reminder of why they became favourites.