Downton Abbey is over for another year. This means I have to go back to being a middle class American instead of an upper class Brit. I’m pretty sure I would have been upper class. Mostly because this is my fantasy and I’d rather pretend to be married to a Lord than working in the kitchen.
Does anyone imagine themselves working downstairs when an imagination can put you anywhere? I wonder.
My fantasies generally revolve around my ability to nap. I’m assuming my opportunities to nap would be better upstairs than downstairs. I wonder when anyone slept at all to be honest.
People used to sleep twice at night. They’d wake up for about an hour to pray, write, or even visit neighbors. Then they’d go back to sleep for a few more hours. This habit ended completely by 1920. Then everyone started trying to shorten how much sleep they got. The less you sleep the better a person you are because you get more done, I guess.
I think that’s wrong.
I think that’s why society is going downhill. Everyone is cranky because they haven’t gotten enough sleep. If everyone would just get more sleep we could end disagreements sooner and we’d eat less carbs.
It would be a win-win-win.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go take a nap. I would like my tea brought to me in an hour and a half.