Downton has finished. I got a telegram with the news and I’m heartbroken. I’m not entirely sure what I will do on a Sunday evening now. Songs of Praise just doesn’t cut it.
Let’s face it, Downton Abbey is brilliant because it looks like a costume drama but behaves like a soap. The characters change personality every few minutes, and the plot has moments of absolutely lunacy; but as it’s about posh people and is loosely based on historical events, we conclude that it must be acceptable to watch.
And acceptable it was. The nation was hooked.
Who amongst us will forget Matthew’s tingle? We didn’t see that coming did we? That miraculous leap when paralysed Matthew jumped from his wheelchair to rescue Lavinia from a falling tea-tray.
Lavinia sadly lost out in the public vote and died. Too obvious? Apparently not. Thank god for Spanish flu as a useful device for bumping off characters. "It's a strange disease with sudden savage changes," said the doctor, as Lavinia began to look distinctly peaky.
Mr Molesley however did not have Spanish Flu. No, turns out he was just pissed.
And who was the mystery mummy – the one who’d survived the sinking of the Titanic, woken up with a Canadian accent and remembered that he was the long lost heir of the Abbey? Even the Eastender’s writers couldn’t have dreamt that one up.
Luckily for us all, Lord Grantham remembered just in time that he was not a lothario, and will be sticking to discussing port and dinner jackets rather than groping the maids.
Sir Richard will be starring in panto this Christmas as the wicked witch of the west.
And Edith, who used to be a bit evil, is now throwing concerned looks left right and centre.
But of course Mary and Matthew can never be together; not least because of Matthew’s over-reliance on white-face paint. “We're cursed, you and I, and there's nothing to be done about it," Matthew told Lady Mary.
I would guess that there's at least another series to be ‘done about’ exactly that.
We certainly hope so, because how would we cope without it? I’m not sure. But I won’t be defeatist. After all, it’s so middle class.