I have a confession. I expect the entire internet to hate me after this, but here goes:
I don't really like Downton Abbey.
I mean, I thought it was funny when the Dowager Countess asked what a weekend was. But that's about it. Each episode -- and we're on season 3, so it's not like I haven't given it a chance -- I find myself wishing I was doing something else about halfway through. So I do.
Sometimes I even clean. That's how not into it I am.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm not a fan. I like British things as much as the next girl. Digestives! Pride and Prejudice! The graphic design of the London Underground! Love Actually!
(Y has had to move on to stronger doses of caffeine, so coffee gets a place of honor, too.)
But wait, you're thinking, Doesn't the idea of curling up in front of Downton Abbey with a cup of tea sound romantic?
The answer is NO.
I would much rather sip this classy beverage while watching a ragtag gang of strangers murder zombies.