When we last left Downton Abbey … honestly I don’t remember. Around the second episode of last season, I paused it and then forgot I was watching it until now. And I was writing weekly episode recaps of it at the time. I … forgot about those too. But to be fair about my gross unprofessionalism, Dustin forgot I was writing them to. It’s unprofessionalism all the way down, except for when it’s turtles.
I had middle class things to do, I suppose.
Apparently this next season of Downton Abbey is going to be its last. They communicate this with happy smiles combined with sad music, just to really drive the point home. Hopefully the next trailer will feature a creepy children’s choir since that’s the only way I know how to feel creeping sadness anymore. I’ve been conditioned.
No word yet on whether they will burn the whole place to the ground, whether Poppa Grantham will manage to lose a third fortune to Nigerian princes, or whether the Abbey will be attacked by Reavers and the family (except for Edith, naturally) will be saved by the Serenity.