I thought I had watched this series back in my youth with my mom, but I was confusing it with "Jennie: Lady Randolph Churchill," which if you have the chance to see that I highly recommend it. I think it might be on Apple TV here.
The Duchess of Duke Street has its own merits, though. Much is made of her beauty, but I can't see it, mainly because of some chin to cheekbone creases that look a bit too much like my own face. Also, I know she turns into Bridget Jones' and the Dashwood sister's mother later on. And there are odd vignettes while they spend minutes lingering over fruit and place settings.
I've been pecking away at it for weeks, and now I'm well in to the second season. Through it all there's been a dog named Fred, and they keep feeding him his favorite food, chocolate cake.
We all know the caffeine in chocolate is bad for dogs, and with all the cake and bonbons Fred has been eating in this second season he may as well be lapping up dog bowls of espresso. It's been giving me anxiety. You know how it is with shows that make you fall for a dog. You always worry the dog will die.
I just finished an episode set in a deep fog. Dog goes outside. I can't focus in the plot because I am sure the dog will be lost in the fog. Then the dog is being snuggled by a spy. I am sure the spy is going to snap the dog's neck.
Really it's very upsetting. I might need to stop watching.
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IN THE NEXT EPISODE THEY KILLED THE DOG.
I am outraged. The dog went out to pee during WWI and the bastards dropped a bomb on him. They bring in a puppy to replace him but I'm not having it. I am indignant. People must have rioted in front of the BBC in the 1970's.