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There’s a smarmy shampoo sales rep making eyes at Candice in the salon.
His name’s Ian and his last name, sadly, is Marsden not O’Tei, which would
have been nice. He’s all swept back hair, tight trousers and secrets
and Candice falls in lust, waiting for phone texts to come through from lover
boy instead of doing any work. “Less bleeping, more sweeping.” Audrey
tells her. The Silvikrin smoothy sets up a date with Candice but calls
off at the last minute with a sob story about his poor mum. Despite advice
from Fiz and Maria saying she should tell him where to stick his Herbal
Essence, Candice jumps at the chance of yet another date and flutters round
the flat waiting for him to take her somewhere nice. Trouble is, he
wants to stay in and take her to bed before he heads (and shoulders) off
somewhere else. Fiz tells Candice she needs to have more respect for
herself and not let the L’oreal lothario use her like that, because she’s
worth it.
Sally’s dreams for her Rosie look set to come smashing down around her
head like a china teapot that crashes into pieces when it falls off a cheap
shelf from Ikea that hasn’t been fitted to the wall properly and slips to
one side. Desperate to get Rosie into the Northern Academy for Dramatic
Art she wheedles Kev into going along to the open day and tells him they’ll
simply have to find a way to pay the exhorbitant fees. She’ll do whatever
it takes to send Rosie there and warbles to Rita and Norris in the Kabin
about how Rosie will be a star, oh yes, she’ll be a star there with its
sprung-floor dance studio and aqua aerobic singing tutor. “Don’t they
all loll around in leg warmers? What about the three R’s?” asks Norris,
but Sally has that covered already: Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. Desperate
for the school fees, Sally tells Rita in the Kabin “If you want to lend
us the fees for the first year, we’d be happy to let you” and Rita sends
Sally out with a few sharp words and a stinging refusal. Meanwhile
Rosie skips her dancing class and waltzes straight to the Nelson’s for a
night of snogging and doing homework with young Craig. Only Sophie
knows what her sister’s really up to when she spies her and Craig from her
bedroom window.
Monica’s still missing and Tyrone’s in bits. Dev wants the truth
and when Maya tells him she threw the dog into the canal with a brick round
its neck, it’s hard to know whether she’s lying or not. Dev looks
for evidence and finds Monica’s name-tag under the front seat of Maya’s
car and confronts her again. She admits Monica got into her car and she
drove to the middle of nowhere and let the dog loose. Dev does the
decent thing and throws Maya in the canal with a brick around her neck.
Sorry, got a bit confused there. Dev does the decent thing and takes
Maya out in the car to the spot where she freed Monica and the two of them
look for the dog until Maya distracts Dev with some evil caresses and weird
looks. She’s mad, that woman, mad.
More confusion for Todd this week and anguish for Sarah who knows not what’s
going on- when Karl revs up the predator-o-meter and won’t leave the boy
Grimshaw alone.
It’s Gail’s birthday and a family portrait is taken, this time including
Todd and Maria, to erase memories of the last one which included Richard
Hillman if you recall. Then they all head out for dinner where David presents
his mum with a silver necklace. She accuses him of nicking it, little knowing
that Martin gave him the money to buy it. David walks out in a strop
and stays overnight at Martin’s until Gail tempts him back home with an
apology and steak and chips.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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