“There is nothing more ill-bred than trying to steal the affections of someone else’s dog!”
Oh, Lord Grantham. Never change. But then, of course he’ll never change, because then “Downton Abbey” would cease to exist. In typical fashion, he resisted a wireless in last night’s episode because, well, that would be progress. Is it only me who occasionally pictures Lord Grantham and Carson walking off into the sunset together? They seem to be the only two like minds on the show. Meanwhile, Edith continues her whackadoodle plans to Raise Her Own Child In Front Of Everyone Without Anyone Noticing She’s Doing It; Baxter continues to look after Cora’s jewels despite being an admitted jewel thief; the entire Lord Gillingham’s Evil and Maybe Murdered Valet affair continues ad infinitum; and poor Anna, who I noticed wasn’t terribly weighed down with duties week, this week was given a job: to procure a contraceptive device for Lady Mary. Which, bless her heart, she did. (Is it just me, or is the chemistry I noticed in Season 4 between Lord Gillingham and Lady M fading away like the mist on a Downton field? Despite slipping away for whatever the moniker was for a dirty weekend in the 1920s, the two of them seem awfully dull.) Not a particularly compelling episode (and not enough Dowager Countess), but luckily Mrs. Patmore was in fine form, as always:
Back in the real world, by the way, Joanne Froggatt won a Golden Globe last night (for best supporting actress in a TV miniseries) and gave a very sweet speech — the sort, perhaps, that Anna might give, should Downton ever decide to award her Best Ladies Maid.