Secret Smile

So, we finally caught up on ITV’s drama “Secret Smile” last night. It was on about a week ago, but we’d recorded it – blah blah.

Anyway, my point is this.

If you were being stalked by a decidedly odd man, prone to major head-fuck tricks, occasionally violent, and frankly deeply scary, you’d be a bit worried, wouldn’t you? And if he also had a set of your house keys, what’s the absolute first thing you’d do?

It wouldn’t be to sod about with work stuff, or lie around looking wet’n’wanky, or think about a court case or an injunction, would it? The absolute first thing you’d do would be to change the fucking locks. All of ’em. And make sure that the room that he’d already caught you in because it didn’t have a lock then had a bloody lock. Or at least a bolt. (Me, I’d make sure there was something heavy and convenient in each room. Doesn’t have to be a weapon per se – a nice chunky book in the living room, a rolling pin in the kitchen, a hefty bleach aerosol in the bathroom, that kind of thing.)

The woman in Secret Smile didn’t. Of course, the entire final thirty minutes was based around this premise, so the writer might’ve had to make some extra effort to come to a conclusion. But all the same, it took nine months, and the divvy bint never changed the locks, despite knowing he’d got keys.

I quite like a lot of TV dramas, and find them interesting. I just hate it when they’re so blankly stupid. And yes, I’m aware that it’s all fiction, and been done like that to make it dramatic, but Jesus Wept, let’s at least have something where the people involved have just a smidgen of common bloody sense.