Larkrise To Cranberry...

...is rubbish. Are we all in agreement about this? Yes. Good. That's the end of the blog then so I shall say good - oh, sorry? What was that? Yes, you... at the back. You like this television train crash?

 It's awful. This episode a couple seemed intent on luring a puppy into bed with them for sordid rampages, complete with a sweater they could rip off in suitable fits of passion. Julia Sawalha plays an uptight post-brothel-mistress with stupid hair and her voice is so squeaky clean it appears to float out of her pursed lips and penetrates your brain with appropriate pain. The Ginger One isn't too irritating, from what I could catch of her whimpers as she had verbal sex with an Irishman.
 The Dog-Couple are now sobbing as they are forced to return the sex-dog to its rightful pimp. Bless them. They are disappointed at losing their last remaining 'ho. Oh, hang on - they've bought her back for £4 and a blowjob. How quaint.

 I've just realised this will only make sense if you've watched the show. I shall synopsise for you:

There is a ginger one, who lives in a place called Cranberryford. The characters are either incredibly well-spoken to the point of suicide, or so Coun'ree, it's painful. Sometimes these simpletons find their long-lost brother to marry, but in other episodes incest is sadly lacking.
 Oh, and there's a postmistresslady who is really snobby.

That's it. And that, really, is it. I spilt fake-tan on my Uggs earlier and need to check on them.

 Goodnight and bless you all;

Katie xxx