Posted on February 2nd, 2011 at 3:54 pm by 
Tonight’s the last episode of Midsomer Murders with John Nettles as Inspector Barnaby. Don’t ask my why a series with more dead bodies (we call it Midsomer Massacres in my house) than in the history of any mortuary can have such a strangely warm and comforting feel.  Can it be the impossibly perfect English village scenes, the eccentric and mildly batty (can I say that?  is it politically correct?)  characters, the country house fashion or the utter impossibility of it all? Whatever your view, I’ll miss Bergerac -oops, Barnaby-, the far too domesticated Joyce and the ridiculous plots which never fail to send me to sleep but nevertheless give me a reason to set the TV to record when I’m going out. Â
I’m sure new series with new characters will be good TV, but there is something about familiarity in an uncertain world which is very comforting.Â
Marigold x
