As a latecomer to the Abbey I have been indulging in some serious binge-watching. Night after night of Downton immersion has left me with a few nagging questions. I assume someone, somewhere knows the answers to these. (Attention! Spoiler alerts! Do not read this if you are still in the halcyon haze of season 1.)
Really? Do people really drink this much tea? No scene is complete without preparing, presenting, inviting to or sipping upon tea. In my estimate 42-76% of the dialogue is delivered with a teacup en route to the lips. Then there is the manner in which a tea cup is placed onto a saucer which can communicate irritation, anger, barely contained contempt and amusement. Apparently the china speaks in ways that the buttoned up aristocracy cannot. On a side note: Is it safe to drink this much tea? Does it, at some point, disrupt your kidneys or endocrine system? Or is tea the magic elixir that gives everyone such damn perfect posture?
Who are these sadistic writers?
First Sybil and then Matthew? Are they going to kill or brutalize everyone we care about? At this point, I feel like I have to adopt the protective shell I don when watching The Walking Dead and just assume that everyone is going to die sooner rather than later. The only consolation, of course, is that much like James Dean, the characters from Downton Abby will die young and leave a trail of good-looking corpses. 
Lost. In need of translation.
Did anyone understand any of the dialogue from the Mr. Bates prison scenes? I have to doubt whether the English themselves could understand these whispered , dim and heavily accented exchanges. After repeated rewindings and relistening, I finally just resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to take the broad brush attitude with this particular plot line. That is, Prison=bad, Mr. Bates=good; Mrs. Bates=bad, Anna=good.
Being from California, I don’t know much about rain, but I have always assumed that the rain in England had something to do with its geography or the jet stream. From watching Downton, though, I’ve learned rain, it turns out, is totally contingent upon your emotional state and activities. Wedding? County fair? Garden party? Sun. Funeral? Visiting grave site? On the run from the law? Rain. Perhaps this is where we in California have gone wrong. Maybe if more of us spent time staring beseechingly at graves we could break this drought.
Answers? Feel free to leave them below.
 Also- fewer entrails