I always worry about someone slamming the door on me. More stars in your heavenly crown for not keeping score. Speaking of which, it looks like Grantchester has gotten rid of the loathesomest protagonist I've ever been asked to care about. Sydney's going to America. "Oh, how could Amanda marry a rich guy who loves her, when I've always accepted her gifts and refused to put out?" "Oh, vestry meeting? I can't do what they pay me for; I'm busy hounding someone to the gallows." "Oh, I hounded someone to the gallows, but it's Geordie's fault there's a death penalty." "Oh, I couldn't help cheating on Amanda with that strange woman. She was a jazz afficionado!" "Oh, I hate myself." At least he got one thing right. And, the bounding cad never carried a lambsfoot. I guess I have to admit I watched it, though.