Beauty 365 … Stories of Love and Life for Everyday

A few years ago, we did Downton Abbey. For all but the littlies, who were deemed too young to watch, it started out as a fun experience. On a Sunday night, we would snuggle up on couches, indulge in snacks, and brace ourselves for an evening of intrigue. But it's reach went further than that. Many an evening dinner was devoted to discussion around its doings. Just how could they kill off Matthew? Was Bates really a murderer? And how dreamy is Branson?! Even years later, we still break into the ‘Cora voice’, given the right provocation. The wheels fell off towards the end, as the creators kept stringing us along with new seasons. Break away factions formed who watched in their own time and space, and I grew contented to simply be informed of outcomes, rather than living the agony of the drama.

I vowed, no more mini series, after all, our own lives are drama enough aren't they? Do we really need to live the drama of others as well?

Apparently we do. Day 45 and I have fallen again. This time it's the BBC drama, War and Peace. My persuasive girls dragged me in with clever enticements, ‘historical...beautiful scenery…exquisite costumes…inspirational bravery’. So once again, my head is full of the beauty, the tragedy and the unrequited love.

We are being creative about fitting in an episode here and and episode there, and the race is on to get it finished before lock-down ends. Happily, I’ll then get on with the drama of our own lives, which is really, quite enough drama for me.