Finally saw the final two eps.
Well, we all knew it'd end in misery, but anyway... meh. I wasn't sniffling at the last ep, I was sniffling at the Lady Dedlock AAAANGST. I'm sure the Society For The Prevention Of Cruelty To Gillian Anderson have something to say about this...
And dude. I would've totally married Jarndyce and not the doctor bloke. I have fallen in love with Denis Lawson now--it's odd, he's on the telly quite often but not SO SWEET AUUUGH that you just want to CUDDLE THE SADNESS OUT OF HIM.
And now I have a billion screencaps. Of Gillian. For am sad fangirl. And a few of the Persian MonsterCat just BECAUSE.
It's cold. Brrrr. You can tell when it's steadily below -10c outside when the flat won't stay warm and you have to keep the heating fan on all day and still wear two pairs of leggings, woolly socks, long-sleeved shirts and a woolly jacket and then hide under the duvet.
[ETA: Trying view the hundreds of screencaps, Paint Shop Pro just died. Oops. I need one of those badges that says "I'm not obsessed. I'm... focused".]