The 7 Deadly Sins V My God is a Vow
My mind is absolutely running with stories and thoughts now after catching Phyllis Logans' recent and charmingly comical interview from American t.v. I couldn't help but chuckle and smile warningly at her facial expressions and witty remarks! (Don't ask me to quote what channel it was on I haven't got a clue I caught it on You Tube.)
One of her comment particularly stuck out to me in reference to Mrs Hughes and Mr Carsons' relationship 'I don't know the jury is out for me still on this one' and to be honest I genuinely believed her.
Doing a lot of acting myself it worried me a bit about my hopeful relationship with them both, if she isn't feeling it and bear in mind she knows more about the character and her wants and desires from playing her than anyone, that it may never happen.
Maybe she is being realistic in thinking this could never happen convincingly, maybe they want it, but maybe it simply would not of happened.
It's obvious to all of us really that this would never have been allowed and would they as characters even have given in to the temptation being as well respected and careful as they both were, would they have risked their reputation?
Realistically probs not, but as a form of escapism and for television sake I am hoping that the later will occur and make us all very happy ;-D
My biggest hope is that Phyllis is steering us away. Obviously Phyllis is an exceptionally good actress and maybe she has been briefed for interviews to cover up the story as best as she can, if she makes out she isn't into the idea it will put doubt into all our mind and not make the story too predictable.
I think they are toying with us and Mr Fellows will drag this will they wont they out until the next Christmas episode. BAD BOY!
I don't think he will want it to be too predictable, let's face it we couldn't predict half the stories in the previous seasons.
But I have noticed his style, he sets up a story, torments us, makes us happy, delivers a blow POW!
So in true Fellows fashion and format I introduce my next piece of literature '7 Deadly Sins v My God is a Vow'.
Chapter 1 Lust
Mr Carson contrary to the popular stereotype of a man was highly meticulous in the observation and filing of important dates in a diary.
As the Butler of one of the grandest and opulent estates in England, organisation was key, one missed date would sure to wreak havoc on such a well do to vicinity as Downton Abbey.
This comes as no surprise that even though a certain secretive housekeeper was keeping tight lipped about an approaching event Mr Carson was perfectly aware of the nearing occasion; even though it was not an elaborate milestone, after her fearful cancer scare Mr Carson began to see every birthday as a blessing.
Not only this but in recent years it was fair to say that life had not treated them so kindly; first the death of Lady Sybil then Matthew Crawly, the pain never seemed to end.
But in the sorrow and heartache of death there was new life to be celebrated in Baby Sybil and George.
Life in such tragedy was something to behold, something to bring joy in their hours of pain.
A birthday was certainly to be celebrated in Carson's eyes.
Always wanting to treat her to a small gesture in previous years but fearing it was too much, insolent even. He played dumb to the events. After all they both weren't allowed to engage in such feelings or signals. For the Housekeeper and Butler to even have feelings for one another was simply unthinkable and highly dishonourable.
After such horrid years however Mr Carson felt this would be the year he would be permitted to, it was time to mark the occasion and if his instincts were right she would accept it and treasure it with all her heart, happiness was so important at such a tragic time.
Things had also begun to change, the roaring 20's were approaching, attitudes were shifting, maybe it was about time Charles Carson embraced the changes that came with it and embrace them he certainly did.
While Mr Carson was walking around the gardens one day leading up to her birthday he became aware of something quite magical, quite splendid in fact. Perfect he thought, perfect for my Elsie.
With that the thought was placed in his head, I will return for you later he mused as he headed back to the house briskly - the cat that got the cream.
The day of her 58th birthday had arisen and Mr Carson took the obvious initiative to wake up earlier than usual. He wanted to surprise her. He thought while Mrs Hughes was on her early duties supervising the maid, he could have the chance to place her gift on her table and sneak away craftily without getting caught.
There perfect he though, after placing it rather attractively on the table, taking one final look at his accomplishment, he smiled in contentment of his work andheaded to the door pulling it too discretly. He continued to carry on with his daily chores as usual.
After breakfast Mrs Hughes took the quite moment to retire to her pantry and focus on the dreaded inventory.
She wondered into the room as usual but as she reached her desk she became aware of something obviously rather different on her desk, indeed something quite splendid.
'Oh my!' she gasped as she placed her hand towards her mouth, her eyes darting from side to side searching for some sort of an answer to such a beautiful gesture.
A single red rose had been left rather poignantly in the middle of her desk. In her dark room the rich red filled the space with affection love, pausing for a moment to take it all in she suddenly became aware of a well-placed note subtly beside;
With teary eyes and rather shaky hands she reached for the note and clutched it in her hand for an age, could it be… oh please let it be…it must be…
With that she felt her heart racing and breath speeding up, I have to know, god I have to know.
She tore the note open in eagerness on par with a child on Christmas day and the words immediately and fondly leapt of the page and touched her soul.
Dear Mrs Hughes
I saw this rose in the gardens and although it was a cold and wintery day and many of the flowers around it had fallen, this was still standing upright and tall. I couldn't help but be attracted to and memorised by its beauty and strength. What a journey it must have been through…but there it still was the most beautiful and attractive flower I had ever seen. I wanted to give it to you as a gift to mark your momentous occasion. May you have a wonderful birthday and I shall look forward to toasting your special day together tonight.
With kind regards
Mr Carson
The bravest move a Butler could make.
No one had ever brought her flowers before, even remembered her birthday at all in later years. She began well up at the gesture and tender words. The man she loved so dearly loved, loved her back, she wasn't alone anymore. Tears spilled onto the page, entwining with the ink, binding them for the first time in their admiration.
She kissed the note tenderly and smiled a subtle but flirtatious grin amongst the tears, Charles Carson who knew one could be so romantic.
She placed the letter to her lips in warm thought.
Wine has never seemed so appealing…