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A pretty quiet week on the Street really although the quality
of acting at the moment is wonderful. Rita is on the mend after
the carbon monoxide poisoning. Alec keeps things ticking over
for Rita by helping out in the Kabin with Leanne. The gas man
cometh and tells Alec it's the gas fire in Rita's living room
that's at fault and has been leaking carbon monoxide into the
flat. He's livid of course and remembers that it was Steve McDonald
who incorrectly fitted the fire in the first place. Rita doesn't
want Alec to cause any trouble, because although Steve fitted
the fire, it would be Jim and Bill Webster, as business owners,
who would take the blame and be dragged into court, and Rita doesn't
think Jim is strong enough to have to deal with that. She's just
happy to be alive and doesn't want any trouble but Alec is after
Steve's blood. At Rita's bedside in hospital, the bond between
Alec and Rita grows stronger. She thanks him for saving her life
and Alec tells her "If anything had happened to you, I don't
think life would be worth living."
Curly continues to try to impress Lorraine but she's more interested
in Spider, and who can blame her, for goodness sake? Curly asks
Spider to help him woo Lorraine but she really doesn't want to
know Curly at all, the poor lad just drinks his can of Boddys
and can't see what's happening (yet). Toyah also notices who Lorraine
has set her sights on and isn't best pleased that someone is encroaching
on her friendship with Spider. Go on Toyah, scratch her eyes out.
For me.
Liz McDonald stays overnight with Jim and he buys flowers for
her from the corner shop. They both agree to her moving in with
him and Liz is quick to share the news with Deirdre. "I've
got a bloke and you haven't, nerr-nerr".
Sally's been putting a little bit of overtime in at the factory
this week, spending time there with gruesome Greg when he's supposed
to be with Maxine. It's snogarama between Sally and Greg in Baldwin's
office and Sally tells Greg to lock the factory door, I think
she wanted to show him her cross stitch or something. Anyway,
passions rise and we then see Sally and Greg grappling to put
their clothes back on when Maxine comes storming into the factory.
Greg hadn't locked the door properly! Oh Sally! Oh Greg! Oh bloody
hell! Sally leaves and takes her post-coital flush with her. Maxine
believes Greg when he tells her he's been inspecting accounts,
or something. Later in the week, Kevin is at home with the girls,
reading them stories while Sally and Greg have another bash at
the zig-zag stitch in the sewing room of the factory. Greg tells
Mike Baldwin he's received offers to set up in business on his
own. Mike tells him not to be too hasty, there could be a future
in the factory for him when Mike steps down to spend more time
with Alma and his golf.
Fred takes Audrey out for dinner and flatters her, but she's
quick to point out that she's a married woman. She accepts his
compliments but tells him it's only because his words make her
feel confident of winning the election. Off the pair of them go
electioneering, pressing the flesh with the great unwashed public.
A great line from Fred when they accost a couple of young mothers
with babies in push chairs. Fred bends over one poor little toddler,
thrusts a "Vote Roberts" sticker on it and yells "Hello
Little Baby!" into it's face.
Roy encourages Toyah to let her teachers know she is having
some academic difficulties after she gives Roy an essay of hers
to read through before she hands it in at school. Toyah, wonderfully
acted, says everyone thinks she's thick, and she doesn't want
it proved by her teachers, but Roy, gentle and subtle as ever,
persuades her to tell her teacher she needs help.
And that, dear friends, is that for this week. I'm off downstairs
for dinner now. Whatever it is, it certainly smells delicious,
something 'him indoors' has cooked up for me. I've finished my
glass of wine now and need a refill. Sheepdog Sophie has managed
to snarf the cheese from the plate while I've been writing this.
Oh, I'll admit it, I gave it to her, she kept whining and looking
at me with those huge dark eyes she has. I'm such an old softie.
Glenda ;-)
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