Fleshing out the bones

.....of my woeful non-existent knowledge of English history prior to 1789. I'm not saying my knowledge after that is much better but my O level covered UK and Europe 1789-1870 so at least I have a basic skeleton to hang other facts on.

Prior to that it's all a bit of a blur. As was proved by our marathon catch up session of The White Queen. Marathon TV series watching is not normally our thing. Long sessions of sport watching, yes but I struggle with committing to a film normally.

However, after yesterday's mammoth Essex trip watching The White Queen with our morning coffee seemed like a good idea. If only they had study notes. Or arrows pointing at characters saying "he's going to be Richard III", "he's Henry VII", she's thingummyjig's daughter" etc. The dates didn't help much. It's from that blur period after all.

It wasn't until I complained that some of the back stories could have been better explained to give numpties like me some context that K admitted this was actually the second episode and he'd forgotten to record the first! Nor had he thought to check iplayer first.

Oh well, after a marathon catch up augmented by much googling (Wikipedia is gospel, right?) I feel slightly less thick but I didn't take any photos and didn't realise until I was clearing away the dinner plates and heading up to bed.

Sorry.

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