I had no intention of watching the Netflix documentary "Harry and Meghan".
The first three episodes of which ended on 8 December.
Though I had my sympathies for the former royal couple,
But they were not worthy of my attention. At least, that's what I told myself.
My resolution not to watch lasted until December 10, when I was alone in the kitchen cooking
and was hungry for the distraction that could only be provided by two rich, attractive people,
who bathed in ethereal light, answering softball questions
Most of which were closed. With an on-camera interviewer and a soundtrack straight from "Downton Abbey".