Laying in bed with coffee sounds lovely. Also, unlikely. Oh well. Here’s to the weekend!
It’s my favorite sudsy British soap to watch.
Actually, it’s the only one I watch. It isn’t my fault that I’m not as cultured as I could be – I have three children and house that hasn’t been clean for nearly six years.
I feel like I should start off by confessing that I was guilty of calling it “DownTOWN” Abbey before I actually started watching. What a classless yank I was.
Watching Downton causes me to covet all sorts of things. A simpler time. Taking leisurely strolls. Intricate hair braids and gowns with impeccable beadwork. Routine alcohol consumption throughout the day that is not only normal behavior, but expected.
Still, I do appreciate not having to wear a corset
everyday ever, and having indoor air conditioning.
As the fan favorite and critical darling British soap prepares to air its final episodes in the states, I figured I would give it a proper, middle-class…
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