Time for dinner! There's Mary, cutting her dad off when he asks about Shrimpie. Dowager, verbally bitc#slapping Lady Edith when they talk about Prince Thingamajig. Eating with these people always turns into some kind of ordeal. I guess we don't get to see the boring dinners--like the our ones we have at Brandywine. We don't talk about Russians. We mostly talk about whose turn it is to feed the cats and take out the recyclables and why the guy hasn't come back to FINISH THE BATHROOM. Cora asks Edith why she's so glum, and Edith responds, "I'm not glum, am I ?" and I want to scream at the television "O! MY! LAWD! YOU WERE BORN GLUM, YOU NINNY! AND THEN YOU LOST THE COUSIN YOU LOVED TO YOUR SISTER AND THEN HE DIED AND THEN YOU WERE LEFT AT THE ALTAR BY THE OLD DUDE WITH THE BUM ARM AND THEN YOU GOT PREGNANT BY SOME MARRIED GUY WHO IS IN GERMANY MESSING WITH NAZIS AND THEN YOU GAVE YOUR BABY AWAY AND NOW THEY WON'T LET YOU SEE HER AND YOU'RE STILL NOT AS PRETTY AS YOUR SISTERS!!! HOW'S THAT FOR GLUM, YOU MORON?" But then I remember that we all should feel sorry for her and be nice like I wrote about, and I hold my tongue. And whenever the subject of inviting Miss Bunting to dinner comes up? The guys swig their drinks. FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE, DO NOT INVITE HER ANY MORE! It'll only develop into yet another political shouting match, fercryin' outloud. And then, to top it all off, Lord Grantham puts poor Daisy-of-the-ears and Mrs. Patmore on the spot and you know things have gone to heck in a handbasket when the servants are summoned to the dinner table.
As for Prince Kuragin...I have always found it hard to trust a man who wears a pinkie ring. That is all.
Best line of the night: when Isobel tells Violet, "You only say that to sound clever," the Dowager responds "I know. You should try it." You can imagine, Dear Reader, that I feel the same way ALL. THE. TIME.
Seventy-four kinds of cute: Lord Merton proposing to Isobel. She's going to think about it, even though she enjoys being a widder lady. Widder ladies have all the fun.
Lady Mary really wants to just text Lord Gillingham to say something like, "i no its not right, but im breaking up w/u becuz ur just not that good." Instead, Anna says she must meet with him, face-to-face. But before she can meet him, she runs into that dishy Blake. You know, the one she got "down and dirty" with last season, before she decided to 'ho around again.
So Blake introduces her to Miss Mabel Lane Fox (Lord Gillingham's ex), who is not what Mary anticipated. (I have no idea what this means, but I know it is snarky on Mary's part.) Meanwhile, Anna is being followed by a tall skinny guy and glum/crazy Edith is stalking the pigman's wife.
Mrs. Patmore and Lord Grantham both agree on a clinical analysis of shell shock/PTSD, which is a relief for everyone concerned.
Lord Grantham is pi$$y about the art dude coming back, and he is saying dumb stuff. That may very well come back to bite him in the hindquarters, like when Mr. Bricker hits on his wife. It's a good think she's known as "Saint Cora, "or we might have another Lady Mary incident on our hands.
Speaking of Lady Mary, Lord Gillingham won't let her break up with him. Like the famous (and fraudulent) psychic Miss Cleo, I am seeing something funky in the future. A guy who won't "let" you break up with him is exactly the kind you need to run from just as fast as your legs can carry you before you turn into a Lifetime movie.
So that's my synopsis for this week--Blake or Gillingham: whom would you choose?