I AM charmed by the new series, although I was initially dreading it. It’s as great as it always was, proving that as long as the bakers are warm, kind and fretful sorts, we’re going to be OK.

As though we needed a reminder that the show hasn’t lost its key elements, tonight we get some of those famous cutaway shots of grazing sheep, and there is lots of typical Bake Off innuendo.

Sandi Toksvig even remarks on “Paul Hollywood’s drippings.” Ah yes, nothing has changed.

It’s biscuit week and the technical round is surprisingly difficult: they have to make fortune cookies, as well as writing 12 fortunes to go inside. Someone resorts to the prediction that “you will poo candy floss all week”. The showstopper is another great feat, where the bakers must create a biscuit board game. Some of us will love the moment when a biscuity Scotland is snapped off from a biscuity England.


IT seems natural and sensible that the BBC are replacing last week’s silly medical drama Trust Me with this second series of Doctor Foster. The first series was melodramatic and often a bit hysterical, but always vivid and entertaining. Viewers who enjoyed Trust Me can swap one doctor, and one wild tale, for another – but this time it’s a far superior drama.

After all the chaos of the first series, we rejoin Doctor Foster (Suranne Jones) in a much calmer state. Two years have passed and life seems to be back on track. She’s living happily with her son and working quietly as a GP, but everything is threatened when her ex-husband Simon returns.

So why is Simon back, after being banished terrifically by his wife in the first series? Is he seeking some kind of revenge? Or does he just want to come home to restore his own life? And what will the fierce Gemma do about it?