Downton Abbey finished last night (sigh). Monday night won’t be the same; I don’t know how I’ll cope till next season. No more vicious Thomas and sour old O’Brien smoking and plotting. No more Anna and Mr. Bates sharing longing looks across an armload of the earl’s smalls. No more dizzy, overworked Daisy grating soap in the soup. Please, please don’t let Mr. Carson work out how to use the phone before next season. I don’t get time to watch a lot of television but my family knows that when DA, and Nurse Jackie, are on, the television is mine.