I have to mark the final episode of Lost. Cliff and I stuck with it for 6 seasons- and Cliff pretty much watches no tv, so that's really saying something. It was brilliantly written, complex plots and believable characters and whilst we didn't find out the answers to all the mysteries, it was worth the loyalty we reckon.
We made sure we didn't sleep in the van tonight; we needed a tv that WE controlled and a nice sofa to curl up on to watch it. We made our way back to Papamoa Beach where we rented a beautiful garden villa for the whole long weekend (buy two nights get one free). If I could move the villa back to the UK, I would be very happy.
The only let down was the sheer number of ads; at one point it was touch and go if the ad break would be longer than the bits in between. Thank goodness for the BBC.
And the series finale? I only cried twice, okay -maybe three times.
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