I'm in love with Doc Martin

I know...  This is nuts, isn't it...  I mean, really...  Who falls in love with a tv show.  Yeah, it's a tv show.
 
There must be something seriously wrong with me.  I am magnetically drawn to British television.  I don't know if it's the scenery or the accents or what, but I am drawn like a moth to a flame.  I can't help myself.  At first it was the presentation of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice.  I wasn't too worried about this.  I mean, after all, what woman can't get next to Elizabeth Bennett.  And, Colin Firth was the quintessential Mr. Darcy.  I just thought I was addicted to period pieces.  I thought it was the way they presented the ENTIRE book in all it's glory.  No combined characters or abbreviated conversations.  I love this book and have read it more times than I like to admit.  Therefore, I chalked my being drawn to public television to this one event. 
 
And then there are the Masterpiece Mystery's of Agatha Christie.  I LOVE Miss Marple.  I ADORE Hercule Poirot.  Of course, I've read all Agatha's books as well.  And, I've read them more than once.  I know, I have a sickness.  I love the art deco theme of Poirot.  I love the village of St. Mary Mead.  I love the language.  There, I've said it.  I just love the way those English men and women speak.  Or, at least how they speak on the pbs series. 

Then, darn it, they came out with the entire Jane Austen series.  Really, were they just trying to suck me into the television opiate of the masses?  That darn pbs with their horrible telethons.  I have always loathed the way they schedule their best programming when they interrupt with the begging for money and the cheap tote bags.  But, the entire Jane Austen series.  I was drawn in.  Hook, Line, and Sinker.  Yeah, I was had.  Sure it was the condensed versions of the books, but it was beautiful.  The scenery was beautiful.  The costuming was gorgeous.  I was enthralled.

And now I've discovered Doc Martin.  Friday I was home recovering from my little test and I thought I'd watch something on Netfilx.  Do you know 20% of internet viewing these days is Netflix.  Yeah, unbelievable.  During a typical day on the internet 20% of the hits are on Netflix and 72% are porn hits.  I'm guessing the rest of the percentage leans more toward facebook than research for term papers.  Just sayin'.  Now I've digressed.  Back to Doc Martin.  Anyway, pbs has hooked me again.  I can't get enough of the haemophobic doctor.  I so wish I could tell people to "shut up" as often as he does.  I feel like I'm living vicariously through him.  So, this past weekend was a Doc Martin marathon.  Too much, really, but it was HOT here in the mid-Atlantic.  I mean, Monday was crazy hot.  I went to a picnic but I was sweating like a pig.  It was too hot to eat.  And there wasn't enough water to cool me off.  I asked my husband to take me home after two hours and he was MORE than ready.  Anyway, back to Doc Martin.  I'm living in picturesque Port Wenn in my mind.  I find myself horrified to look out my window and see where I actually am.  I'm dreaming of going home from work and watching more Doc Martin.  It's a sickness. 
 
Thanks pbs.  I'm hooked.  Who knows, I may be carrying a tote bag before too long.