A few weeks ago the Greek God(zilla) was away on a work trip for a few days.
Obviously I missed him terribly and all that, but on the bright side these little breaks do provide me an excellent opportunity to watch all of my favourite TV shows in peace.
Those being The Good Wife, Downton Abbey, True Blood, Grey’s Anatomy, Gossip Girl, The Vampire Diaries (don’t judge!), Masterchef, Smash, Made in Chelsea (guilty pleasure), Eastenders, The Newsroom, Location Location Location, Sherlock, Dallas, The Apprentice and sometimes (always) The X-Factor.
Now, all of these bar Eastenders, Masterchef, Dallas and Sherlock are what the Greek God(zilla) would call trash TV and I have to series link them and watch them in ‘my own time’, which as we all know is NEVER.
On those rare occassions when I find myself with an hour or so to sit in front of the TV, alone, and am thus not required to feign interest in the golf/cricket/Peppa Pig, I prefer to flick over to the planner and watch one of ‘my’ shows.
But this summer has been a bit thin on the ground in terms of potential recordings and our planner has been looking a bit neglected of late.
At times, I have found myself tuning in to watch Styled to Rock, which is not very good at all but I am happy to have it on in the background while I
shop online tweet read gossip news websites; and a fab new find on E4 called Revenge (BRILLIANT!)
So, with the Greek God(zilla) away and the new series of Downton about to start, I prepared myself for a long awaited night of unadulterated tv viewing.
After putting Zachy to bed, I excitedly slipped into a leggings & sweat top combo, whipped off my bra and tied my hair up on top of my head. I pulled an old pair of bed socks onto my feet and cranked the heating up… yes, in September.
Tucked up under a fleecy blanket on the sofa with a hot cup of tea, or maybe it was a glass of wine I can’t quite remember, I pressed play.
I knew within the first 5 minutes of watching the opening episode that something was amiss.
Lady Mary was planning her wedding to Cousin Matthew… but hold on a minute, I was sure that the last season had ended with him declaring dramatically that they could never be together because he had sworn eternal faithfulness to his late fiance, even though his heart had really only ever belonged to Mary.
The Greek God(zilla) had given me the entire series 1&2 boxset for Mother’s Day and I was sure I had watched every single episode… so I googled.
Two words glared back at me in the search results: CHRISTMAS SPECIAL.
I had missed the Christmas special, probably because it had aired before I was the lucky recipient of the dvds, and certainly before I had known how much joy it would bring me in the months to come.
So, I was going to have to buy the fecking Christmas special before I could even get started on the new series.
It took an age to download on the laptop and I ended up falling asleep to Styled to Rock while it completed.
No spoilers please, I am still not fully up to date.
There is no moral to this story.
Except maybe to watch more television.
And it is never too early to put the heating on.
Or drink wine.
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