Now that Gary and I are back to our old habits, we are having our old disagreements.
One disagreement is over what to watch on the television. He was quite miffed that I refused to watch The Nutcracker with him. (“Dancing mice,” I said. “Sugar plum fairies. Hard pass.”) I may still use The Nutcracker as a bartering chip to get him to watch the 1970’s Jim Hutton Ellery Queen series.
Instead, what we settled on was Poirot. It’s a mystery series, with some much needed English charm, and absolutely no dancing mice.
Once we got three shows in, I checked how many seasons there are. It’s no fun when your binge-watch prematurely ends.
My heart stopped when I saw that it ran for 24 years. 1989-2013. Luckily, there were “only” 13 seasons and 70 episodes.