We did it! A seven-and-a-half-hour marathon yesterday caught us up. Now we can walk proudly with those who survived the last episode of season three.
John! Sybil! Anna! O'Brien BITCH BITCH BITCH! Thomasssss! Albert! Edith! Peter Egan's in it! Matthew! OMG! JOHN BATES I STILL LOVE YOU!!!
The last episode of season three was sort of shocking, except I was suspecting what was going to happen. Why? Well, because Downton is a big, shameless soap opera and there were too many obvious hints. It's got all the subtlety of a ton of bricks, but what fun!
*bouncing on chair*
And to eat, as this was our last 'thon, I served a proper tea with little sandwiches (yes, including cucumber), home-made scones with jam and clotted cream, and lashings of hot tea. Yeah... it was fun! I even polished the silver!