I really find The Paradise is getting too sick for me. I kind of ignored it last night, although I did have it on. It seemed that each situation just became darker and more impossible, and it was not pleasurable.
I DID enjoy the second and last installment of Death Comes to Pemberley. They tweaked the book a bit here and there, but it pretty much turned out as expected. It was lovely to see the outside of Chatsworth, which I visited way back in 1971, As a tourist, that is; I do not mean as a guest of the family. The last of the Mitfords, the dowager Duchess, died there this year. I had such an interest in the Mitfords that I bought every book published about them. This last one, Deborah Cavendish, wrote quite a few herself, mostly about Chatsworth. Ah well, end of an era; and I am feeling I have witnessed so very many of those!
Finally, I started to watch an episode of Scott & Bailey, which I had already seen, so I switched over from the Baltimore to the Washington, D.C. PBS channel and watched a marvelous film about the two royal brothers, David & Albert, both kings of England, though only the second had a coronation. Great stuff!