About the time I had to start helping Pat get dressed in the morning, Downton Abbey fever took hold. It was just about all anyone at church talked about (except of course for Jesus-we are a church for goodness sake).
I remember I was helping Pat put on his shirt and started making conversation to get over the awkwardness of the moment and said, "It's supposed to be a nice day," and then I started laughing. I told him, I felt like I should add a "m'lord" after those kinds of comments. That's when I knew we could be happy even with this ALS sword hanging over us.
Of course, the big difference here is that I have Lord Grantham's chubby body and Pat has Bates' leg brace and gimpy walk.
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