It’s fascinating to see a show wrap up in a manner wherein many of the flaws so clearly occur offscreen rather than on; the plague of season eight hasn’t been lackluster episodes, for the most part (though “The Last Of The Starks” was a definite low point).

The toast is in the toaster - when it pops up it will be ready.

The Commissionairess. “My duties? Oh, light enough in a way, though they make you feel rather slow now and then. It doesn’t want much energy to whistle up a taxi, does it? “But the uniform! Just look at it! The skirt! Did you ever see such a cut? Why, it might have been made for my grandmother!” “And the hat! How could any girl with an oval face like mine look nice in a hat without a brim? “No, the work isn’t hard. But the uniform!”

How can such a head not tempt him tonguely? And so he tastes it; […]