Well, at least the wardrobe will keep me entertained…

… Oh, my gosh. Did you watch it?! It’s nice to see Thomas back to his old tricks. And pathetic, desperate Edith; the poor dear. But the real reason we all tuned in this evening was for the cat fight…

and the clothes, of course.

But I could tell this season is going to be as melodramatic-y and soap opera-ish as last season the minute that British Lord slipped the potato farmer chauffeur, Tom, a roofie. Really? Someone gets slipped a roofie in the season premier? That’s the precedent we are setting? Well, I do suppose it’s better than dying in the throes of coitus. Whatever. As long as you keep the me fed with an endless parade of flowing frocks and perfectly groomed eyebrows. Carry on.