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sunday nights not the same

i'm in a period of grieving. for who knows how long now, my sunday nights won't be marked by a whimsical imaginative trip across the oceans of time and space to 1920's england. i will be lonely without robert and cora, carson and mrs. hughes, mary, edith, and especially anna and mr. bates. thomas i could do without.  i'll even miss mr. molesly. 

you see, downton abbey is over for another season (or series, as the brits say it). i don't care if they are two hours long, seven or eight episodes is not enough...it is unjust, i tell you!  seriously. i would be content just to watch the servants eat and work and talk. sort of like PBS's downton abbey meets CBS's big brother. i would watch that. 

but alas, i cannot. so i will mourn for awhile, and just count my lucky stars that this season didn't end with a terrible tragic death.   i only wish mrs. hughes were here to comfort me. 

long live downton abbey!  

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Crafty P said…
I didn't even realize as I was watching it that it was the FINALE!!!! argh!!!

"sort of like PBS's downton abbey meets CBS's big brother. i would watch that." HYSTERICAL HA!

I loved how it ended but I too will miss this during the week (I could never find time to watch on Sunday eves so I watched in bits and pieces throughout my week)

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