That got watched, followed by some nonsense about auctioning old motor vehicles.
It wasn't exactly gripping.
Then it was BBC2 for a revised repeat of the thing about Spanish flu that was originally broadcast in the before times of 2018 or so.
I started watching "The Sting (1973)" but stopped it to watch all of the above, rather before the appearance of Paul Newman.
Oh, and I've paid for the roof, there came a knocking on the door just as I emerged from the (cold) shower, so wandered downstairs to find the roofer waving at me through the glass door.