Closet Brit...

I was going on a night out with the netball girls after our match on Saturday.
And after my shower and dinner I thought i'd watch a bit of TV before heading over to Gibby's with my bottle of cider.
Best not to be too early, I thought.
I settled down in front of the box as familiar title music trumpeted into the lounge and I snuggled into the sofa, anticipating the thrill of guessing the price, the comforting sight of objects from home and laughing at the gawping bystanders...
When the phone rang and an already merry netball team shout at me for not being there, I am embarrassed to admit my excuse...
I was watching the Antiques Roadshow.