Mine is called Downton Abbey.
It started a few weeks ago when I was belatedly drawn to Downton Abbey. Yes, I only just started watching it a couple of weeks ago after I had heard several addicted friends talk about it like it is the new age opium. Being the mature person I am, “I reserved my judgement” and decided to give it a look.
That was late October. Now, I am a full-fledged addict; I worry about Lady Mary’s future more than her mother Cora does, I proudly quote Carson,
I swoon over Lord Grantham, and I am an avid admirer of the Dowager Countess of Grantham’s wit and sarcasm.
Every night now, between 10 and 11 pm, the ritual is as follows: a hot cup of tea (preferably STASH Ginger Peach Green Tea) and an episode of Downton Abbey.
(Ah, how I love Montreal!)
And why not throw in a few of my favorite DA quotes?
“Life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous.”
“I hope you know that really smart people sleep in separate rooms.”
“I’m a woman, Mary. I can be as contrary as I choose.”
“Are you afraid someone will think you’re American if you speak openly?”
“But nobody learns anything from a governess, apart from French and how to courtesy.”
”War has a way of distinguishing between the things that matter and the things that don’t.”
“I’d rather have the right man, than the right wedding.”
“I’m an American, I don’t share your English hatred of comfort.”