Started off so well, did Call the Midwife. Swerved Top Gear for it, so that says it all. Going to give it a miss after last night. It should have been a corker, mad nun in the dock, silly tart having triplets and a wedding.
Chummy married her policeman, after turning up at the cop shop wearing only her mac. She'd wrapped her dress around a baby boy. Why not the huge slip instead? Pete the plod looked bug-eyed as she leaned over the counter and tittered, " I'm practically naked!" Romantic swine must have slipped it to her in a nearby cell, because snobby Mater was shocked to learn her gal couldn't wear white crimplene after all! Shame.
It was the "What ho Mater!" that got me.The woman is supposed ot be posh, but why the Wooster? Dreary Jenny is still weeping over her married lover. More miserable than a moggie left out in the rain. There is no cheer. Makes you want to finish the bottle and slit your throat.
Jeremy and crew might be as far removed from real life as the cars they drive but at least they have a laugh. I'll swap babies for bangers any day. What ho Stig!
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