For the past four weeks I have committed myself to this Masterpiece Classic series on PBS. I regularly enjoy Masterpiece. I am a big Agatha Christie fan, so everything stops for Masterpiece Mystery. (Also that hunky Inspector Lynley, but they don’t make those any more. I have to read the actual books. Imagine!)
Downton Abbey was a good series, I more than willingly threw D into his bed, left Colin for Big Daddy, found my jammies and shut the door this month so that I would not be disturbed. Elizabeth McGovern was in it and how great was that?
Last night was going to be the last night. I was all snuggled in watching away when suddenly I realized I had been watching for a long time and things didn’t seem to be wrapping up. Hmmmm. Maybe the episode was going to be extra long.
But . . . NO! Suddenly everything stopped and a blank screen came on that said, The next series of Downton Abbey is in production right now.
Um. WHAT?! Wait! I am not watching Lost on ABC. I am watching Masterpiece Classic on PBS. I did not start watching this to have it end in a cliffhanger I will have to wait a year to see. Not next week. Not until after the Superbowl. Not over the summer. A year. A year! It will be a year.
WHAT?! PBS, how could you?