I would watch it, but I’m too busy travelling the breadth of the Roman empire, because a fictional census is telling me to return to my ancestral home. Despite the economic effects, pointlessness (Romans didn’t tend care where people were born, but loved to know where everybody was), and the loss of people returning outside of the moving borders of such a census. It’s a tough trip and my wife is pregnant after a few visits from a guy called Gabriel. I’m sure the premier inn will have space.
