Finally, some major drama on our “story,” as my husband’s beloved late Grandma called her daytime dramas on TV! Not a moment too soon, as things were becoming a little sedate.
Don’t get me wrong: I am thrilled the whole adoption/Edith/Marigold saga is over (or is it?), but it’s always nice to get the old pulse racing, isn’t it?
Here’s my List of highs and lows for Week 5! (Can we be at Week 5 out of 9 already????):
1. Line of the night, early on: “You have as much chance as a cat without claws in Hell.” A new way to say snowball’s chance, from Robert. (Something about Cora and his mother and the dinner featuring the minister of health, Mr. Chamberlain. Can’t quite recall because of the great SHOCK ahead…
2. Can the honeymoon be over already for the Carsons? I absolutely cherished the scene where Mr. C is sawing through his chop as if through a football.
3. Missus likes Bubble and Squeak with lamb; Mister doesn’t. Uh oh. What, no Spotted Dick for pudding?
4. As far as fashion, Edith won again, although that green, gem-spangled frock of Mary’s was spectacular, too. I loved Edith’s deep blue walking coat and hat ensemble, for her stroll with Bertie ( Hey, Bertie!).
5. Home decor item of the night: The kelly green ceramic horses in Edith’s chic London flat. Yes, Edith, we all endorse the flat life for you!
6. Septimus Spratt, all day long! How I adore his peculiar, froggy voice and drollery. Denker needs to go inhabit an island with Miss Bunting and other loathsome characters.
7. Speaking of which, Daisy is on my last nerve ending. Petulant, pouting, stomping, whining…and now territorial about who Mr. Mason spends time with? JUST STEP OFF, DIZZY, er, Daisy.
8. Because–and I could break into song–my kindred spirit Mrs. Patmore seems awfully interested in Mr. Mason’s alleged “loneliness,” does she not? Kicking myself for not seeing THAT coming. So sad we only have four more episodes to relish all of that goodness!
9. Nice job, Countess Dowager, blackmailing the future PM, Neville Chamberlain, to coerce him into preserving your village hospital.
10. Let’s say I was Gilbert Blythe right now, regretting a certain comment about a certain waif’s hair color–what tip might I give Mr. Carson right now? Oh, yeah: FOR THE LOVE OF TEA AND CRUMPETS, DON’T SAY IT!
11. But he did say it: Could you, Mrs, P, help my blushing bride out with her weak cooking skills, because “it’s been awhile since Mrs. Hughes played with her Patty Pans.”
12. Mr. Carson will be lucky if he doesn’t get a whack to the head with a Patty Pan.
13. And finally, the ghastly, shocking climax of the Robert-has-abdominal pains story arc: Lord G spews blood all over the dining room table, inciting horror and fear all around and begging the question, will he make it?
Only four weeks left to tie up any number of loose ends!
Hey! Last week’s blog elicited all kinds of yummy comments, each one entered in a drawing to win Downton Tea at the end of the season. Super fun, so let’s do that again!
Question of the Week:
Which loose end are you most curious about?