I'm very sorry for the disturbance, bit I must speak again on Downton Abbey. In Mary's words to Edith, paraphrased:
"The only person who always thought the two of us were nice is gone."
Why? Why do they do this to us, us who are emotionally invested?
A hodge-podge of words and pictures that range from so caliginous a night to an imagined beast and its haunts.
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
A Television Misery
I have just watched episode five of season three in that favourite Downton Abbey, and find myself most distressed.
With ever so much love, the eclectic authoress herself.
(I must admit, I cried.)
With ever so much love, the eclectic authoress herself.
(I must admit, I cried.)
Friday, January 25, 2013
An English Manor
I have been recently immersed, dear readers, in a PBS television program by the name of Downton Abbey. I trust you've heard of it, and await your opinions readily.
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