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Glenda was away, this update written by Janet Penny.
As a new dawn unfolds along the cobbled streets of Weatherfield,
Debs is chasing Duggie out of the house for a farewell snog. Silly
girl - can't you see that this is all going to end in tears by
bedtime? Duggie has a meeting with a "friend" who may
just help him out of this mess. Meanwhile, he gives the same just-follow-my-orders,
slave attitude to Vinnie who finds that the first command of the
day is to deliver the new lease to the hardware store. Sally and
Danny can't believe that Duggie has doubled the rent (but we saw
it coming, didn't we, boys and girls?). Vinnie is just as taken
aback when he realises that the cuppa Sally had offered won't
be forthcoming after all. Vinnie storms into Roy's Rolls to have
it out with Duggie for putting up the rent without preparing him
for the consequences. Duggie is entirely unsympathetic, particularly
so since his meeting was put off until tonight. Danny storms in
to toss the rent increase in Duggie's face then storms out again.
Despite their blond(e) roots, the hardware entrepreneurs have
sussed that he's expecting his tenants to bail him out. Vinnie's
sympathies clearly do not lie with his gaffer. He shakes his head
"I don't know how you think you'll make them pay." Big
smirk. "I'm not - you are!" A man clearly in need of
unburdening his soul, Vinnie heads over to the Rovers and the
ample bosom of Natalie. Alma is also in the pub - it's her birthday,
and where else would anyone celebrate anything of importance.
Frank the security guard that-was is taking her out to dinner
(one assumes it won't be based around Betty's Hotpot) and hands
her a gift. "I noticed you wore them," he shyly admits.
As we couldn't actually see what was in the box, it could just
as easily have been knickers as a pearl brooch.
Duggie's in a foul mood - he's been abandoned by his mate.
He's still growsing around the house, and poor deluded Debs just
doesn't comprehend that "Yeah, whatever" is a sure signal
he'll stand up her dinner invitation. Dev can't resist needling
Duggie as he pops into the corner shop for a bottle of scotch
(for a man facing destitution, he's got a strange list of priorities),
asking if he's in the market for a house as there's one up for
sale. Debs tries to empathise with Duggie's bad day, but he storms
out, leaving Debs to have beans on toast instead of the caviar
and lobster dinner she'd planned. Never one to give up, she books
rugby tickets for the two of them, but it's not the right type
he snarls at her (I wouldn't have known the difference between
union and league either, pet). Fed up with his mobile, Debs hangs
up on the caller before Duggie can find out if it was his saviour.
He goes ballistic and calls her a selfish cow. Big fight, Duggie
gets his face slapped and chucked into the street. He proceeds
to send flowers to the salon and pops in after closing, telling
Debs he can't afford to lose her. Think he actually meant to say
her house. Silly, silly Debs falls for it.
As a new dawn unfolds along the cobbled streets of Weatherfield,
Curly lovingly greets Emma with the welcome words "Morning.
How would you like your eggs? Scrambled? Fried? Chicken? Ostrich?"
(oh, sorry, I was just taking it to it's logical conclusion).
Poor Emma turns down food as her mind is in a turmoil (the very
time I would have thought appropriate for cream buns). Curly tries
to cheer her up with the offer of a trip to France to meet his
daughter, Alice. When that's not immediately met with glee, he
tries to sweeten the pot with a side trip to Paris. "Please,
let me do this for you" he pleads. Works for Emma who has
always secretly longed to visit the City of Light (or is that
Blackpool?). Later in the Rovers, Ashley is heading for the bar
when Curly and Emma walk in. Maxine immediately wonders if Curly
has become increasingly frisky since the siege as apparently young
Mr. Peacock is doing his best to increase the U.K.'s lovemaking
frequency statistics single-handedly (so to speak). No, but they
are going on holiday to France! Max immediately starts working
on Ashley for a holiday but this time, he's going to have to come
back with her, too. Audrey quips that she should come along with
them. Completely misreading Max's blazing eyes, sharp intake of
breath, tightened mouth and smack across the chops, Ashley tells
her she'd be very welcome, too. Fred then proposes that Audrey
come with him to France (separate rooms, of course) and they can
make it a foursome. Ashley's quite pleased because you can get
fed up with just two of you, after all. Audrey calls round to
tell Debs the good news about her and Max taking holidays at the
same time, but not to worry - Candice will be helping out for
the two weeks! "Well, that's all right, then" Debs sarcastically
replies.
As a new dawn unfolds along the cobbled streets of Weatherfield,
Roy packs Hayley off to work with a Danish for her elevenses.
Apparently Toyah's organic ways are starting to rub off as he
tries to unsuccessfully convince her an apple would be better,
thus prompting a nutritional discussion about "their child's"
eating habits. Roy has obviously been put off by his less-than
brilliant social performance at the adoption meeting as he's backing
away from the idea of becoming a dad. Hayley has bought a parenting
book, so, no problem apparently. Vera overhears/oversees, so they
claim it's a gift for Sarah (I say she should forget about Sarah,
it's Gail who apparently needs lessons on how to be a proper mum
- the past few months have been spent either screaming at or revealing
adult confidences to the kiddiewinks). However, they can't keep
it a secret for much longer as they need some referees (they're
taking up football now?). Later that day, Roy pulls his key-on-the-elastic
out from his omnipresent shopping bag in his usual manly way and
locks up the caff. He and Hayley are still pondering whom to ask
as sponsors. I would have thought that his new top mate, Mike
Baldwin would have been at the head of the list (after all, Roy
was his best man), but apparently they are going to settle on
Jessica the minister, Auntie Monica and who else? Apparently the
choice has come down to Alma and Gail. Roy is somewhat concerned
about Gail's premature elevation to grandmother status. Hayley
is horrified at this eloquence and insists that Gail it is. Gail
is only too pleased to be asked (imagine she's only too pleased
to be asked to be anything by anyone).
As a new dawn unfolds along the cobbled streets of Weatherfield,
Underworld is surprised to see Linda return to work. She's still
consumed with guilt for deserting poor Dean, and certainly doesn't
want Mike to accompany her to the funeral. Luckily Karen is only
too pleased to lend her support and goes all out for the occasion,
dressing in her solemnest denim outfit. They arrive at the old
homestead. Dear heavens! We always knew the family was as common
as muck, but the place makes Daisy and Onslow's look positively
aristocratic. Car alarms going off, appliances rusting in the
front garden and who knows what's underneath that tarpaulin. But
the worse is yet to come her mam, who deserted the family years
back, had read the news in the paper (what, someone in that family
can read?) and shows up. Unpleasantries all round. Ower Jimmy,
who apparently used to date Karen, has made just as much effort
with his ensemble as she did, putting his good navy fleece over
top of his string vest. Obviously bowled over by his sartorial
elegance, Karen immediately wants to know if he's seeing anyone.
Back at the house, Linda tells Mike she can't forget her family
and wants to make them part of her life again. He's not best pleased
at the prospect of being forced to socialize with Weatherfield's
answer to the Krays.
As a new tea time unfolds along the cobbled streets of Weatherfield,
David Platt returns home full of excitement - his school is going
on an Outward Bound trip. Gail's chin drops to the floor (well,
it would have if she had one) when she reads the price: 180 quid.
In desperation, she runs her fingers through her locks, prompting
the usual greeting from our house "Get your bloody hair cut!
Your mam's a hairdresser, for God's sake!" She's obviously
playing the children against Martin as she warns that they can't
rely on him to pay his way anymore; she'll do what she can, but
don't count on it. David storms up the stairs. Gail and Martin
run into each other outside the Rovers. Nice one, missus. You
can't find money for your child, but you can for a bevvy? First
of all you metamorphosed into Poison Ivy Tilsley, and now you're
starting to change into Les Battersby.
Speaking of Les, Dennis has finally convinced him to sell the
motorbike which Les fished out of the canal and Dennis has so
lovingly restored, on the condition that Janice knows nothing
about it - she'd only want to fritter his £3500 away on
bills. Janice storms into the pub telling Les to get home for
dinner. While he is in the little boy's room (guess that explains
why he didn't strip off in The Full Monty), Dennis offers to pay
more towards the housekeeping. Janice guzzles down the rest of
Les' ale (Aside: have you ever noticed how often the characters
don't finish their drinks? That never happens in Yorkshire). Dennis
ends up giving her £500 out of his bike money. Bless. Janice
is reluctant at first, but Dennis insists - she can think of it
as room and board for the bike, on condition that she doesn't
tell Les. Next morning, Janice catches Les in Roy's Rolls having
a full English. He has an explanation, though - his mate who owed
him £100 has paid him back, although later on he sorrowfully
admits that he ran into another couple to whom he owed £50
each, so that's him broke. Janice feels a bit let down that Dennis
didn't give him any money from the sale of the bike, but Les sees
no reason to enlighten her. He ends up hiding the money down the
side of his chair as the house isn't due for a cleaning for a
good few months yet. So, it's quite a shock to see Janice hoovering
the next morning. He quickly gets her out the door and starts
to count his money. As Dennis comes through the door unexpectedly,
Les frantically stuffs the wad of cash down his boxers.
Gail finally gets around to asking Martin for the money for
David's trip, to which he readily agrees. Gracious as ever, she
jumps down his throat saying she didn't realise he had money to
burn. No just to make sure his child doesn't miss out. After school
at his dad's, David sees an opportunity to cut out the middleman
and pleads with Martin to allow him to move in. Despite his desire,
Martin tells him he has to live with his mum.
It's almost time for Maria and Tyrone's engagement party. Jackie
Dobbs phones to say she can't attend after all as she's been arrested
whilst nicking their engagement present! She must really love
Tyrone, though, as she called him before the solicitor! He ends
up confessing the news to Maria's parents as he wants no more
secrets. Vera and Jack assure them that as long as they are around,
Tyrone will never want for a family. Bless.
Liz Macdonald returns, complete with straight blonde hair (she's
looked better) and proceeds to move into Jim's as she's taken
compassionate leave from the brewery (don't think my company considers
the incarceration of an ex-spouse as grounds for leave). After
dumping her six suitcases of makeup and handbag of skirts to see
her through a long cold winter, she surprises Deirdre at the shop.
Almost expected to hear the neck muscles pop, Deirdre was that
excited! The new single girl in town has been noticed by both
Dev and Dennis. Potential love interest for Dev, I'd say (anything
to get him with his shirt off again). Deirdre starts pushing for
news on Michael, but Liz seems strangely reluctant to provide
any. Instead, she proceeds to have a row with son, Steve. No happy
families in the Macdonald household, then. "Did I make a
mistake in coming back?" she bleats.
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