When you watch as many costume dramas as I do, the dark winter nights fly by. It’s a whirl of centuries and reigns and hairstyles, so dizzying that a person might nearly miss a major event like the debut of Season 3 of Victoria on her local PBS channel.
True story: this just happened to me. I was walking on the elliptical trainer, and the gym TV was silently playing a scene from Victoria that I’d never seen before. I realized, it’s late January! This is Season 3! And here I am, rewatching random episodes of Versailles on Netflix and missing out!
Thank goodness for my Thirteen Passport subscription, which lets me stream episodes after they’ve aired. I’m catching up this weekend, notwithstanding Vogue Knitting Live. I have my priorities.
One thing I’m looking forward to is that Lord Palmerston (whoever that is) is played by Detective Sergeant Hathaway, I mean Laurence Fox. My fellow Brit-mystery-heads will understand, and rejoice.
Surely there will be more turmoil, more history I never knew, more childbearing, more fits of pique from the Queen and more mumbling from Prince Albert. I can’t wait.