Britcoms and Britdrams

To ease the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, I've been indulging in Quality British Television. And by that I do not mean Masterpiece Theatre (or simply Masterpiece, as it seems now to be called). No, that I just tape and never get around to watching. Instead I've been catching up with such small screen gems as The Vicar of Dibley (small-town village life with a lady vicar), Clatterford, aka Jam and Jerusalem (small-town village life with a widowed nurse), and Doc Martin (small-town village life with a curmudgeonly doctor). The scenery, the idle gossip, the pub crawls. It all makes me want to give up my small-town village (or in this case, suburb), and move to a thatched cottage in Cornwall.