I’m back home, thankfully, and Downton Abbey was on tonight! I spy some Downton similarities in my life.
Mr. Bates is in prison and I’m on bed rest. The only difference is that my cellmate isn’t picking on me… mostly.
Branson is between two worlds, the bourgeoisie and the proletariat. Sometimes I feel like that’s where I am. I’m on sick leave from my career and about to become a parent of two. So far it’s just been me and Dan and our aspirations. Things are about to be reeeeal different up in here. I wonder how we’ll adjust. Will we want to run back to Ireland?
And a dissimilarity… servants. I could use some of them right now.