As if that wasn't enough, we also had the sublimely gorgeous Ronan Vibert, collapsing under stress and drugging his wife. I wish I could remember the million places I have clearly seen this man before but I can't, all I can think is that I wish I'd bought them all on DVD.
And as if that wasn't enough, enter stage left the terribly earnest and faintly tortured in a university-love-affair sort of way Scott Handy, a man I absolutely never get tired of looking at.
Thanks, Midsomer. Your village populace is about 657 times more attractive than mine. Go you, although it's a shame they all keep dying, rather.