Did we like it?
We were expecting to resist the reinvention of Britain’s most washed-up TV star as Britain’s most perfect housewife as if we were stubborn stains on the Aga but she swept us up like fluff on the patio and we ended up admiring a rather sweet little programme.
What was good about it?
• It’s obviously madness that women should spend their precious time folding towels so that none of the edges show, but it seemed to provide a strange satisfaction for the two women being trained by the self-styled domestic goddess in her Surrey mansion.
• Although clipboard-clutching Anthea remained stony-faced and serious throughout (“Run your home like a little business because your home is your business”), the narrator ridiculed her anal lifestyle (“Anthea’s linen cupboard is a dazzling vision of crisp, white loveliness.”)
• The handy household hints – replacing a duvet cover, putting a lemon in the dishwasher, spotting a limp pillow etc
• The Bewitched-style opening titles and stings
• Playing the spot-the-self-aggrandisement game, noting the photos of Anthea with the Queen, an Anthea doll and all the other bits and pieces in the mansion that remind Anthea she used to be a star
• The joyful reminder of her Blue Peter days when Anthea made a lavender freshener out of old rights and a ribbon
What was bad about it?
• The efforts of the contestants to throw a cocktail party – with scotch eggs, sausages on sticks, paper plates.
• They should have thrown in a few clips to remind us who Anthea Turner used to be. That bit when the motorcycle set fire to her hair, for example.
• We suspect the producers had done a bit of deliberate messing up to hype up the hopelessness of the housewife pupils