Like most good Anglophiles I got completely caught up in the first season of PBS’ Downton Abbey. Plotting, intrigue, lots of stiff-upper-lipping and excellent snark from Maggie Smith. Awesome!
The second season proved to be a little too soap-opera-ish for my taste – (all we needed was for Lady Sybil’s evil twin to pop up and we’d have had an episode of Days of our Overpriviledged Lives.) and I had forgotten to watch the final episode until last Saturday night.
I liked the episode, went right to bed and had a Downton Abbey dream.
I was working in the kitchen (my kitchen) when Lady Mary appeared at the breakfast bar and wanted to eat some chocolate I had laid out. She accused me of being “silly” when I tried to explain that the chocolate was an important part of a project I was working on and then she ate it!
Now, I realize there is a lot wrong with everything I have written so far but what’s really wrong is that it should be obvious to everyone (including my subconscious) that I AM CLEARLY AN ABOVE-STAIRS KINDA GUY!! What the hell was I doing working in the kitchen and wearing black?!
Anyway, my annoyance with Lady Mary, along with the aforementioned horror at the realization of my servant status, lead me to wake up very, very early on Sunday and, having nothing better to do, I got a LOT done!
Back home I made a million coasters.
Photographed my newest HOME sign – San Francisco
Now, comes the hard part – figuring out what I want to do with the primed-and-ready furniture…….For two of them I know absolutely what I want to do. The other ones? Not so much.
I’ll keep you posted.
Meanwhile, I will be in the library trying to figure out what a “week-end” is. I do not wish to be disturbed.