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Ashley mopes at home with his eye patch on, frustrated that his sight
shows no signs of returning. He loses his temper with Claire and sits in
tears on the sofa while Fred glares at Nathan across the bar of the Rovers,
swears retribution and makes comments on compensation to the car mechanic.
When Ashley finally stops feeling sorry for himself, he goes to the Rovers,
shakes Nathan’s hand and tells him there’s no hard feelings, just a sore
eye. Tracy had a great line this week when she called Claire and Ashley
‘Peters and Lee’.
Penny worries about Mike’s failing faculties after he finds a cheque in
his pocket that he should have paid into the bank. At home later in the
flat after they’ve all eaten Sunday lunch, Mike takes out the cutlery to
lay the table again. It’s the start of Alzheimers but nobody yet wants to
admit there’s a problem, especially Mike. Penny chats to Danny about
it but he brushes off her concerns and says Mike is as razor sharp as he
always was but Penny knows that one or two of those edges are starting to
turn a bit blunt.
Sally’s face is a picture when Sophie brings home Nicolette Seddon from
school. It turns out, much to Sally’s utter horror and disgust, that Nicolette
is Sophie’s cousin, from the wrong side of the family of course. She’s
the daughter of Aunty Valda, who we haven’t seen yet but I’m already scared.
Sally’s concerned that with her tattoos and short skirts, Nicolette is a
bad influence on Sophie. And this coming week Nicolette will lead Sophie
astray to the ashtray and in need of Nicorette patches when she shows young
Ms Webster how to smoke.
It’s the Weatherfied Traders Ball and everyone’s there in their best outfits,
especially Rita who was born to wear bling and sparkles in black. Audrey
is there on her own after Keith’s pride keeps him home when he finds out
the suit Audrey’s bought him is new and not from a charity-shop, as she’d
said it was. She spends a miserable night alone and when he turns up
later full of apology the two of them have a falling out. That is, until
they make up again when Keith starts work at the Kabin as a paperboy to earn
some cash. Rita and Norris do a wonderful comic turn on the dance floor, just like
Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers his assistant (does he?). Bev’s there in something strapless and gets smoochy with Fred on the dance
floor as he steals a peck on her cheek which neither of them can talk about
the following day, especially when Shelley tells Fred her mum didn’t enjoy
it (oh, but she did).
And Liz turns up wearing something off the shoulder and up the leg which
catches the eye of Vernon, the drummer with Vernon Tomlin’s Rock Rhythm Rascals.
She twiddles his drum sticks as the two of them flirt over his cymbals and
they end up going out together as a couple. Vernon meets Liz’s friends
and family in the Rovers and hasn’t been scared off, not yet anyway.
“My life’s an open book” Liz tells Vernon in the Rovers. What book
would that be, the Argos catalogue? Anyway, it turns out that
Vernon runs a market stall selling LPs (for our younger readers, LPs are
a bit like MP3s only bigger, blacker, flatter - and oh so much better). He
asks Liz if she wants to help him out there after Diggory sacks her from the
bread shop for turning up late, leaving early and mooching on her mobile to
her new fella like a love struck teenager.
Leanne begs Jamie for another try but when he knocks her back again she
ends up in bed with Danny, just as Frankie’s knocking on his front door
willing to forgive and forget until she spies Leanne in her frillies in
his bedroom. There’s a river of tears in the Baldwin house this
week as Frankie comes to terms with having to divorce Danny and Carol throws
herself down the stairs in an effort to get some sympathy with Jamie (what
is it with this woman? she’s nuts!). Leanne and Danny reckon they might
as well stick with each other seeing as how they’ve ruined their partner’s
lives and brazen it out for a trip to the Rovers together. He’s
45, she’s 24, that makes a total of 69 divided by 3 equals 23, turn round
three times with your finger on your nose, think of a carrot, and whatever
way you look at it, it’s just a nasty situation.
And a round of applause went up in our house (well, there was a lot of
us) when Nathan dumped Tracy this week. She’d been mouthing off about
this, that and t’other in that nasty way she has and he finally had enough,
especially after she’d been sticking up for Charlie Stubbs of all people.
“You’re a very ugly person” he told Tracy as he left her in the bar with
psycho builder Stubbs. These two are just going to be horrible together,
a perfectly putrid partnership.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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