Now that the Olympics are over, Paris can get back to being its usual grouchy self. Who were its inhabitants trying to kid with all that smiling and helpfulness?

Emily in Paris (Netflix) is set midway between Olympics Paris and real Paris. Real Paris was horrible to the young American marketing whizz when she first arrived, but Emily (Lily Collins) stuck at it. Eventually, her indefatigable niceness and ability to accessorise won over the locals. Well, some of them. Her boss Sylvie (Philippine Leroy-Beaulieu) remains magnificently aloof.

This is part one of the fourth series. The second tranche of five episodes arrives on September 12. Do keep up. As we join Emily again there is a TikTok video about her busy personal life doing the rounds, which handily functions as a catch-up. Is she in love with Albie the banker from London, or Gabriel the chef? And what about Gabriel and Camille?

Creator Darren Star (Sex and the City, And Just Like That) runs Emily in Paris like a perfectly choreographed catwalk show. One fabulous outfit follows another in quick succession until everything is a blur of gorgeousness. Storylines pop up here and there, usually involving Emily’s love life or a disaster at work that’s narrowly averted.

While it is nice and easy viewing, when the last series ended I was beginning to wonder, like Sex and the City’s Carrie at her laptop, if Emily was in danger of running out of runway by relying on the same old formula.

But as with SATC, the writers have brought on strong characters who are now starting to come into their own. Emily’s worldly friend Mindy (Ashley Park), balances out the show’s sweetness, as does Sylvie, and this season there’s a hard-hitting storyline (hard-hitting for Emily) about the not-so-lovely face of the fashion industry.

Two years ago, the retired England cricketer Freddie Flintoff took a group of working class lads from his home town of Preston and introduced them to cricket. He might as well have tried to take some of them to the moon.

But he stuck at it, the lads did their bit (mostly), a lot of growing up was done, and what could have been a celebrity-led cringefest, a sort of Lancashire Dead Poets Society with extra Mr Chips on the shoulder, turned out to be one of the most moving series of the year.

For the follow-up, Freddie Flintoff’s Field of Dreams on Tour (BBC1, Tuesday) he planned to take the group to India. It promised to be more of the same in a warmer climate, but then, as Flintoff tells the camera, “something happened which changed my life forever”.

That “something” was a horrific crash while filming Top Gear. He was lucky to come out of it alive, his poor battered face a reminder forever of what he had been through. It would have been perfectly understandable if he had shelved the India trip. He was having trouble leaving the house never mind travelling thousands of miles with unruly teenagers.

But a promise was a promise and in January this year Flintoff and his “motley crew” got on a plane to Kolkata. Some of the young men, as they now were, had never flown before or had a passport.

As for what happens next, let’s just say this looking out for each other business, being your brother’s keeper when times are tough, especially when times are tough, turns out to work quite well if you give it a go.

As with the first series it would be easy to be cynical, but this was great television, funny, genuine, and moving. Flintoff has made programmes previously about his struggles with body image and depression, and you do wonder if television is the best place to do that. But helping others seems to help him so more power to his cricketing elbow.

Daddy Issues (BBC1, Friday) was another new comedy about a mixed-up young woman in a mess. I haven’t counted this year’s crop of such characters, but we must be into double figures by now.

The first sight of Gemma (Aimee Lou Wood) is in a plane toilet with a man. They are not having a sly fag. Two months later she’s pregnant and about to lose her home if she can’t find a flatmate to help with the rent.

Meanwhile, her sad dad (David Morrissey) has been abandoned by his wife and needs a place to stay. Might he and Gemma be able to help each other out with hilarious yet poignant odd couple results all round?

The writer, Danielle Ward, has something here - two cracking leads for starters, with Sharon Rooney (Two Doors Down) providing back-up as Gemma’s on-remand sister (another crazy mixed up chick).

On the whole the humour was gross-out, the premise depressing, but some smart lines and Morrissey’s comic talent (who knew?) may be enough to see it through. If only Emily had landed here rather than Paris; she’d sort them out tout suite.