Who would want to be a nineteenth century woman? If you manage to make it to your twenty-fifth birthday without dying of syphilis, alcoholism, or childbirth you could consider yourself one of the lucky ones.
It's a golden age. A purple patch. A triumph of style and substance. Ring out the cliches, because UK telly drama is the cat's pyjamas right now. You don't need to be Sherlock to recognise the quality of the scripted stuff on our screens last year.