"Turn it off, please," I said to my partner on Sunday night, an hour into MasterChef.
Just a week earlier, I'd excitedly reminded him to be home in time for the first episode.
And just a few hours after that, I'd called to tell him beloved judge Jock Zonfrillo had died.
The start of the cooler months has people looking forward to different things – a holiday they can count down the days to, or Autumn/Winter fashion.
In our house, it's knowing MasterChef is about to start.
Before 2020, we didn't really watch the show. Like others, we saw the first season with Julie Goodwin and Poh Ling Yeow, but after that, it sort of fell off our radar.
The combination of perfect timing (a global pandemic, etc) and three new judges put it back on it.
Jock was witty and charming but also deeply caring and vulnerable. He was an entertainer, who made you smile every time he "gave it up for" whichever contestant was going home.
Melissa was confident and warm. She was the kind of person you wanted to be – and dress – more like.
Andy was a reminder that MasterChef could take you places. He was also just a really nice bloke and someone you'd imagine was exactly the same off-camera as he was on.
The three of them were the perfect balance; and whilst they didn't know us, we felt like we knew them.