Confession time

No. Nothing juicy, I'm afraid. But I'm still ashamed.

Since Christmas, we have been in thrall to the boxed set of the American series 24. If you haven't seen it, and you don't want to write off several months of your life, then avoid it like the proverbial plague. It is totally, utterly addictive (see the reviews on Amazon if you don't believe me). We were given the first series for Christmas, and borrowed the other seven from a riding companion of mine.

Now it's finished, and we have emerged blinking into the bright light of normal life, like Mole in The Wind  in the Willows. And we are totally lost. In fact, last night, I'm sorry to say, we watched the first two episodes (of 192. Yes. 192) again.

This has to stop. I think we need help.