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Love the British Invasion

I have just discovered the television series, Downtown Abbey, and I hate to admit it but it is wonderful. My newest guilty pleasure to be sure. Dreamers and schemers in both the upper and working classes. Who knew?

Another guilty pleasure of mine is Doctor Who, another British television import that I absolutely love. Assuredly, they are vastly different shows...Abbey is staid, proper, and dramatic where Doctor Who is fast-paced, absurd, and fun.

And now my husband has us watching Doc Martin, another television program from across the pond,that is both staid and absurd about a former surgeon who has a blood phobia.  Who knew that we'd go so gaga for these shows?!  Byproduct of turning off cable television.  Netflix streams all of these shows.

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