And I can't wait. I went to a screening the other day. Signed a confidentiality agreement in which I accepted the striking down of every first-born member of my household if I revealed many secrets but I was allowed to reveal some.
I don't know the birth order of my cat and his litter-mates so I'm not going to risk it.
Anyway, it was deliciously silly. It's now 1924 and Uncle Julian has been at the Ladybird Book of 1924 Facts again.
Lord 6 is still pompous and needs to rethink that satin-dressing-gowns-with-pudgy-chest-on-show look, Cora looks puzzled and Branston really does need to do something about his fat arse.
There is a point where Lady Mary needs to decide on something important involving the guest list for a party where she announces that she has to change her hat first.