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The big story this week has been Ed’s confession to Emily that he killed Ernest Bishop back in 1978. I was ready for this, I really was. I was all curled up on the sofa in my jim-jams with a steaming mug of hot chocolate waiting for his confession to stir up Emily’s emotions in one of Corrie’s biggest storylines in, oh, ages. At the end of episode one on Monday night, it started well as Ed confessed, Emily wavered and I was close to tears. And then… a half hour break in between eps where I switched over and watched something nasty about RyanAir. Much later, it was back to Emily and Ed still sitting by the fire in a state of shock while all I could think about was airport security. If you haven’t seen these two episodes yet, do yourself a favour and watch them one right after t’other to enjoy it as much as you can. Needless to say, poor Emily’s distraught and Eileen’s wondering why Ed’s ignoring her after their night of passion, blaming herself for scaring him off.
Rita’s also been through the wringer this week after Stacy / Orchid’s ex, Stuart turns up in the Kabin. He got Rita alone in the shop and menaced her by the Tunnocks Snowballs. Fred tried to barge in through the locked door and failed, so he called the police while hero of the hour, Nathan, breaks down the door and wrestles Stuart to the ground. Rita’s in tears in her dressing gown (and after all the crying she’s done over the years, you’d think someone would have told her about waterproof mascara). She tries to get used to being back in the flat on her own but finds it hard and starts drinking too much when she helps Emily and Norris cook Sunday lunch for the book club. Blanche wants their next book to be a Shirley Conran but Ken suggests “A Ladder in the Stocking” – the tale of a randy widow woman who wants physical intimacy in her dotage, or anywhere really, she’s not that fussed. Thrilling stuff, I’m sure you’ll agree.
Charlie tries, and fails, to get used to having Amy in his flat and in his life. Amy’s toilet training and her little whoopsies on the carpet don’t go down well with the bully-boy builder. He finally snaps and goes to the pub leaving Tracy home alone with her daughter and a lot of misgivings about moving in with Charlie but she tries to convince herself she’s done the right thing. But when Tracy has to leave Amy in the flat with Charlie as she rushes to the dentist (and then goes shopping and drinking), he decides he’s had enough. He bundles Amy in his arms and drops her on Tracy in the Rovers, giving Tracy her toothbrush along with her marching orders and orders her to collect her stuff and leave.
Frankie and Nathan go on a date and have an Indian meal but the date is doomed from the start when they order white wine instead of a fruity, lusty red. The colour of the wine, as every Corrie fan knows, is the barometer of passion likely to be encountered on any date on the cobbles. If it’s white, forget it; rosé is hopeful; red is always, always a done deal. Frankie can’t understand why he won’t share his saag and gets coy over his korma while Nathan can’t understand why she keeps wittering on about her Danny-boy.
Deirdre’s in a dilemma after her snog with the fella last week when she was on her girls night out. The bloke turns up at the planning office at the council where Deirdre works and tells her he wants her to rubber stamp his erection application otherwise he’ll tell her husband about their bit of passion. She does what he asks but as Eileen tells her, in the best line of the week: “Two dafts don’t make a sensible”.
Clifford returns to visit the Croppers: “Hail, Hayley!” he says and presents her with a model railway figure dressed in a red anorak. She’s not as happy to see Clifford as Roy, who’s becoming completely immersed in this model railway building thing that Clifford’s got going and the pair of them aim to rebuild and win a trophy for their efforts.
Over at the Platts, Phil gets nasty with young David again after he chucks a Westlife CD that Phil has just bought him (I think David had a point, I’d have done the same thing). While Gail’s out shopping, Phil throws David against the wall and jams his hand in the cupboard, threatening to slam the door shut on his fingers. What a nasty piece of work this fella is but Gail of course, seeing nothing, believes no ill of him. Not yet, anyway.
Tyrone and Molly take the chip van to the car boot sale and sell bacon barms to people who’re buying other folks’ rubbish in a muddy field on a Sunday morning. Well, that’s been my experience of car boot sales anyway. Driving home after a successful first day as entrepreneurs, the van catches fire and Tyrone has to drive it into a lake to extinguish the flames. However, nothing can dampen the flames of desire between Tyrone and Molly (well, it is Valentine’s day so forgive me if I get smoochy) and the pair of them have a kiss in the lake as the van smoulders behind them.
And the wonderful Amber quizzes Dev when another of his daughters, Shareen, turns up in the shop. Amber’s still adjusting to her new circumstances and doesn’t feel she can handle another sister turning up out of the blue. She tells Dev she knows a way they can work out their family problems but he doesn’t seem to think that going on Trisha will help, not all that much.
And that’s just about that for this week.
Glenda
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