(Series 18, ep. 22) I wasn’t going to review Holby City this week. I watched half the episode on Tuesday night as usual, but I couldn’t concentrate on it because my dad was in hospital. On Wednesday, he died. It wasn’t a shock and it wasn’t unexpected, but it’s always a shock and always unexpected when it’s your dad, isn’t it?
So I didn’t think I’d be reviewing Holby at all. Then I found myself watching the second half of the episode last night, because I wanted the distraction that only a high quality continuing drama can bring, and nothing fits that bill better than Holby. I still wasn’t able to concentrate much, though, so this isn’t going to be a proper review.
Was it just my befuddled state of mind or was it an odd episode? There was Ric having a bout of existential angst, but being as solid as a rock compared to Dominic, who was having a bout of post-Lee weepiness. A strange new character in the form of the tea making Sir Dennis Hopkins-Clarke had been parachuted in to whip Darwin from under Mo’s nose. Is he permanent? And it looks like Serena has got herself a proper keeper in the form of that policeman Robbie, who was thrilled to meet nephew Jason, possibly because he shares his love of lurking on AAU for no good reason. And I love Bernie Wolfe’s hair, and her gorgeous Redgrave voice.
I’m afraid my blogging is going to be a bit all over the place or non-existent in the next few weeks, but I hope you’ll understand.