Nothing else matters ...

I’m blaming the flu on my hyper-emotionalness (yes, i know it isn't a word, but it fits!) when watching anything right now. I swear, I would start sniffling at Location, Location, Location if Kirsty and Phil showed the buyer of the week the perfect cottage and they didn’t want it. *rolls eyes at self*

So, onto the matter at hand, and bear in mind that I'm completely unspoiled for the rest of the season, so musings and hopes and fears are based on this episode only, and whatever's gone before.

( Sympathy for the Devil! )