My favourite TV series are ending all around me.
Spoiler alert. Dexter came to a dubious end just a couple of weeks ago.
By dubious I mean the end of the series was dubious – it wasn’t the finale that I’d hoped for by any means.
To me, giving a serial killer a beard and a job in a lumber yard doesn’t seem right somehow.
In fact it feels really lame, as if the makers aren’t actually sure whether or not they’ll spring another series on us in a couple of years.
And Breaking Bad is now over too, which leaves me with just the one series to look forward to and that’s Homeland, which has just started again.
After that, the schedules are just a lot of long, drawn-out nothingness.