It’s not real, he says whenever I get too caught up in a drama that we are watching. I know, I know this but I cannot help being sucked in. As I have been with Sanditon 2. It’s a terrible mish-mash of Austen-esque melodrama, flying off into ludicrous plot-lines but I am still caught up, particularly in Esther’s plight with the threat of Edward’s attempt to gaslight her. He is too much. A real arch-villain with his raised right eyebrow and smirks. And then there’s the artist – a beautiful man but again stretching the bounds of reality. Ah me. What a show. I want to end but I also don’t. Rather like life after all.
They’ve fixed the water leak on Llanbadarn Road, finally.
