Has living Danishly ruined Jilly Cooper for me?

The happiness-inequality equation, bowing to no one, why I'm no longer impressed by flash cars but how the first frost and an autumn sunrise can take my breath away

I loved Jilly Cooper growing up. Rivals was one of those books I devoured as a teenager, then returned to in my 20s for a hit of scandal and escapism. She’s a master of social satire and razor-sharp prose - and I always had a soft spot for Jilly’s world of landed gentry and glamour.

But with the new Disney TV adaptation, I realised that something had shi…