Period drama

No, this post isn't about menstrual monstrosity, but an homage to the quality drama BBC and lately also ITV do so well. Downton Abbey just made its long-awaited but equally triumphant return to the TV screens and the world (well, England anyway) got to witness Mary and Matthew finally tie the knot. Ahhhhh...

A couple of days after that I spent a day living the life of to the manor born. And my God, did  my life seem awfully small and mundane after that. I visited this spectacular manor and was given the grand tour by the lady of the manor herself. We surveyed the grounds and had lunch at her golf club (as you do). 

I simply cannot get over the fact that some people still lead that kind of life. She comes from a long line of nobility and has herself married the scion of another, equally traditional noble family. What chance do the rest of us have? I must move to Sweden where even the royalty marries commoners. Maybe then I'll land a manor, or better yet, a castle myself!

I hate that word "commoner"- it's just so... common. And I don't do common. 

My real estate envy has reached a totally unprecedented level. Even The Man's Spanish villa I loved so much fails to impress me now. I want a manor! With a ghost (all  self-respecting manors have one)! I want subjects! And I want minions. One simply must have minions. 

I can only imagine what kind of attention that kind of an advert would attract at the Job Centre. "Wanted: 3 subjects, a minion and a ghost. Only serious applicants, please".

And I'd get to wear a tiara every day- not just on Thursdays. And people wouldn't even think I'm crazy- with a manor comes the transition to eccentric!