Television was our love language -- especially season six of Downton Abbey
April is many things, including ‘ the cruelest month ’. In my neck of the woods, it is the month of yoyo weather that sees a hall closet bursting full with every type of jacket needed for what the up-and-down-and-back-again weather might bring: On Saturday, we reached 18 degrees Celsius, while Monday morning brought light snowfall. Sheesh. But, in my heart, April is the month of mothers, for mine died last year on the 26th of this month, while Val’s mother died on the 7th in 1999. We speak often of these fine women, as one should of those we have loved in a deep and formative way. And for me, I must confess, this includes talking about television. My mother and I used television as a love language between us. We spent many a happy hour watching our favourite movies and shows together. This was no mere passive past-time; no, no. We wouldn’t just sit and watch, waiting for something to happen. Goodness, no. We provided our own commentary, speculations and assessments of the action a...