Last night I planned to watch the last episode if the BBC miniseries of And Then There Were None. After 15 minutes or so, I decided I hated the production, although the cast was wonderful. I had been feeling that since the first of the three episodes: too many flashbacks, too damned dark too often, the murders were often vaguely shown, and it didn't grab me like the book. I'm not sure I like the BBC's current adaptation policies. I feel they did them better several years ago.
So, I turned it off and wrote a story about Annabelle and Thatch instead.