It was a full two minutes in before we got a mention of … you’ve guessed it, Gardener’s Question Time! “Here we go again,” I thought, but it was a false alarm thankfully.
Oh, I wanted to be in Monte Carlo (or was it Monarco?) drinking fizz on a balcony like Kenton and Jolene, instead of ploughing through a mountain of ironing, although I did have a good view.*
Have you noticed how soap ‘baddies’ always call their mum ‘Ma’? That James is a wrong ‘un, but I didn’t expect Leonie to be his surprise for Lillian this time. Knowing him though, there’ll be more to this than meets the eye. Oh, yes.
Still don’t know who I want to metaphorically ‘smack’ more: Cathy or Jamie. Both need to learn a lesson. Her – how to not come across as so desperate and needy (I speak as an expert in this field!), and him – how to grow up and realise that the world doesn’t revolve around him. Ok, he’s a teenager, but that’s no excuse, and what’s Wiww-yum’s?
At least Jamie’s got hormones on his side. Wiww-yum’s just a big baby. No wonder Nic wasn’t over the moon at his suggestion to have a baby together. He’s no more than a sulky, overgrown teenager himself. I’d be running like the clappers towards Lakey Hill and over the other side if I was her. http://bbc.in/lLKg5J
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