We've run out of episodes of Doc Martin that we haven't watched on Netflix, so that's ended our recent little ritual of late-night viewing. It's been replaced by the equally addictive Midsomer Murders. We can always count on at least two gruesome killings and, on a particularly good night, three or four. And, of course, we can also count on a neat solution by Chief Inspector Barnaby with everything satisfactorily wrapped up before bedtime. What's not to like?
We've even come to terms with the new Barnaby. It's surprising how quickly one adapts when it's one's comfort on the line. And now I'm just off to prepare for tonight's offering, with hopes of an especially high body-count to round off a gently peaceful day.
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