As a very late adopter to Netflix, I'd been enjoying the wealth of shows already on offer.
But on the weekend I had my first taste of waiting for the new season of a show to drop.
That show was The Crown, which I had binged my way through the first three seasons earlier this year.
That time was enjoyable, until I got to the end of the third season and realised there was no more to watch.
I'd have to wait for the next season, whenever that was supposed to come.
Well, that came on Sunday - at 7pm. I wasn't aware that it would drop at a certain time, so I kept checking Netflix all day to see if it had appeared.
When it finally did I was a little surprised to see the entire fourth season was there. I'm a bit slow with how Netflix works sometimes but I'd figured a new season might be spread out over several weeks, rather than all 10 episodes appearing at once.
That's both a blessing and a curse, really. It means I don't have to wait for each new episode. But it also means I'm faced with a dilemma; do I gorge myself, watch all 10 episodes and then moan about how I have to wait a year for more?
Or do I spread them out and try to make season four last as long as possible?
One wonders how the makers of the series feel - they spend months and months making those 10 episodes and people can burn through them all in a couple of days.
I have a feeling I'll be opting for the gorge myself option. I have a strong suspicion they'll all be gone by the end of the week.
There are two major additions to the fourth season - Lady Diana and Margaret Thatcher. The introduction of Lady Diana - then Diana Spencer - was a bit weird. She meets Prince Charles while dressed in costume as a character from A Midsummer Night's Dream, hiding behind large pot plants in the foyer of her family home.
It was a strange - and made-up - scene that hit a bum note in a series that hadn't really done so up to that point.
Thatcher is played by Gillian Anderson in a way that struck me as being more of a caricature than a real person. But Thatcher and husband Dennis are used well to highlight the absurdity and insularity of the Royal Family.