"Stay at Downton, Watson, and keep an eye peeled for his lordship's linen."
Well, well, well...
My, my, my,....
What shall I say about episode 1 of season 3 of Downton Abbey?
O'Brien and Thomas are on the outs !
He has given his one-time partner in skullduggery and crime the air because she had the effrontery to recommend her nephew for the position of footman...
The bloody nerve of O'Brien! Takes your breath away, don't it?
The marriage night of the newlyweds, Mary and Matthew, was silently blushed over, not like the marriage of Bates and Anna last year, in which we saw someone ( as I recall dimly ) cavorting shirtless or chemise-less or blouse-less... and a bit of the old pillow talk. Apparently Julian Fellowes believes that the upper classes should not be portrayed in the throes of passion... except when they are in flagrante with a Turkish gentleman, or whatever.
Shirts went missing (probably with the collars and collar studs!) only to suddenly reappear, and acid made its way into the blueing bottle. If I had not known better, I would have called it Baskerville Abbey.
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