Downton Abbey Season Three, Episode Seven:
The end of Season Three is closing in. I know you all thought you couldn't wait for the funerals and jiltings and suspicious lumps to stop already, but those things definitely kept us on the edge of our seats, now, didn't they? This episode has it's share of excitement--no doubt about it--but somehow it was harder to write about this one than the last few.
To think we all couldn't wait for everybody to start kissing again. Hoo boy!
Click over to Lillian's blog and see how we did.
PBS got a wild hare and decided to air TWO episodes tonight, and we were SO not prepared with our recap. I don't know how Lillian will ever graduate from college if this keeps happening. Back to the drawing board--we'll try to get the next one up in a day or so!
If I can get over the assumption that there is an ANNUAL CRICKET MATCH between the town and Downton Abbey. No one has paid closer attention to this story than I have and I can say without a shadow of a doubt, nobody has ever mentioned the game of cricket, let alone have a dozen men dressed head to toe in cream wool and played an annual cricket game. It's almost as hard to swallow as when "Cousin Patrick" showed up with burn scars and bandages, back in Season Two.