Things can only get better

I’ve put on 4lbs overnight, the dog has peed on the bathroom carpet and I’ve got a throat so sore that it feels like I have swallowed battery acid (using my imagination a bit there, as I’ve never actually ingested battery or indeed any other sort of acid, including LSD). In fact, the highlight of my entire day proves to be watching the second episode of the BBC’s Cranford – the sort of “nice” costume drama that my late mother would have greeted with unalloyed approval. It seems strange to be watching a programme of this sort that hasn’t been adapted by Andrew Davies; I keep forgetting and remain on needlessly high alert in case one of the prettier young actresses suddenly and surprisingly tears all her clothes off.