It’s now official… “Mr. Selfridge” is getting in the way of my PBS viewing.
Despite a valiant thirteen minute attempt on my part, I just can’t get into that show, and it’s putting me off my feed.
After “Call the Midwife”, I have to go find something else to do for an hour before I can settle back in for The Bletchley Circle .
It’s most inconvenient.
Perhaps we could skip the remaining episodes of “Mr. Selfridge” and have a Midwife/ Bletchley crossover… Jessica Raine officially proved on Saturday’s episode of “Doctor Who” that she’d be an interesting addition to a crime fighting team, and every group needs a psychic midwife, says I.
They could even adopt Dougray Scott as their resident Irregular/Triffid slayer/eye candy (necessary).
Do you ever see, read, or hear a character and think, “This person stands as irrefutable proof that I am just not smart enough?”
Maybe that’s just me… but I spent a hour last night thinking about how cool (and short, probably) my life would be if I was as brilliant as “Susan” on Bletchley. I could run around motivating my friends to catch killers, and then head home to beat the stuffing out of a nice relaxing crossword.
I suppose that catching a serial murderer is not something you and the girls do after a pleasant tea house lunch on a Saturday afternoon, but that could simply be because I haven’t tried it.
I really have no evidence to the contrary (unless I pay attention to all of those crime shows on Investigative Discovery).
What say we, ladies? Should we take a whack at it this weekend?
It would be best to start with a cold case, I think… hone the old instruments before interfering in an official investigation, and we may want to wait until we hear back from Dougray Scott.
Because… you know… Baker Street Irregular.