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OCTOBER 27
At Liam's funeral Carla's dressed in best black, so no
change there. She fled from the church feeling sorry for herself as
Maria and the family listened to Liam's dad give a reading, some
strange woman singing and poor Ozzy crying. There was gravity at the
graveside as everyone did the ashes to ashes, funk to funky. The
only thing missing was Ozzy cocking his leg on the coffin to pay his
respects.
Afters were held at the Rovers were there were
sandwiches and singing and almost a fight when Liam's mum squared up
to Carla who was led out of the pub by Tony. He was pretending to be
all cuddly towards Carla but then smashed the factory up later.
After he flung Carla's favourite cup to the floor and sent summat
flying through a plate glass window, his face gave the slightest
twitch, just underneath his good eye.
Over at the Barlow's,
Blanche says she's off to Lourdres with the one o'clock club (who
hold their extraordinary meeting at half past three) and asks
Deirdre to come along too. Deirdre doesn't want to go but she agrees
in the end, only to find out she's been hired as an unpaid carer to
look after the old dears. “There'll be toilet duties,” warns the
organiser which means Deirdre will be helping old ladies on the loo
in Lourdes. Lummy. Blanche wants Lourdres to sort out her hip, her
eyesight and her fungal growth on her toe. Deirdre's just hoping no
one gets the runs.
Up in the flat in the sky, Nina finds out
that Dev's still seeing her daughter and warns him to break it off
or she'll snap it off. Can Dev say tara to Tara? It doesn't look
like it as the two of them settle down for a romantic night in.
However, Tara ends up walking out when Dev displays his Neanderthal
streak after he finds Darryl in his pants in Amber's bedroom. Poor
Darryl, Dev shoves him semi-naked out of the flat with threats never
to darken his newly painted, freshly carpeted, designer kitchened,
doorway again. Trying to salvage his relationship with Tara,
Dev decides to come clean with Prem but the news that Dev's been
having it away with both his wife and daughter doesn't go down well
and Prem banishes Dev from ever setting from in his newly painted,
freshly carpeted, designer kitchened, doorway again.
Now
then, if there was a prize for most stupid hostage of the year, it'd
go to Rosie Webster. John's had her locked up in the attic at his
gran's house but does she try to escape? Ladies and gentlemen, she
does not. Well, she tries once but she doesn't get very far although
she had opportunity galore to get out of that house. She could have
smashed the door, window or John's head in with any amount of large,
heavy items but she didn't. She could have spent her days bashing
the door off its hinges but she chose instead to lie on her bed
reading Heat magazine. And so it's official, Rosie Webster wins most
stupid hostage of the year and her prize is the key to the door so
she can lock herself in whenever she chooses. Second prize is two
keys incase she loses the first. “I've not abducted yer, I've
ringfenced yer,” said John, which made me chuckle, I don't know
about you.
Speaking of the Barlow's, as we were, Ken gets a
phone call from Peter who tells him that Lucy's died. You remember
Lucy, surely, she was the feckless florist who dithered in the
doorway of her flat every time we saw her on screen. Anyway,
they've killed her off and now Peter's been left with a son called
Simon, both of whom will be turning up on the cobbles soon.
Aunty Pat and Tyrone continue to flog cheap tat in the pubs
which raises enough money for Tyrone to buy Molly's wedding dress of
her dreams from Rhapsody Blanco which is a wedding shop in the
precinct; not, as I suspected, a cheap plonk from
Lidl.
Meanwhile, at Emily's house there are peculiar parcels
turning up for Norris. He's embarrassed, you can tell, and passes
one of the unwrapped boxes to Molly as a wedding gift. She's over
the moon to discover it's a fizzy drinks maker but why is Norris
being so secretive about the boxes? Just what's he up to this
time?
And finally this week there's good news in Roy's Rolls.
Roy takes a phone call from Hayley to say she's coming home. I'm
hoping it'll be a Christmas reunion, all romantic and snowy, with
Roy slaving over his chocolate log in the caff as Hayley's pink
cheery face appears at the café window just as the first snowflakes
fall and carol singers, all orphans of course, start singing in
sweet harmony on the cobbles as the jingle of bells intermingles
with the familiar theme tune and a million Corrie viewers up and
down the land stifle sobs into their Christmas sherry.
And
that's just about that for this week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Carmel Morgan, Joe Turner, Julie Jones,
Martin Allen and Debbie Oates.
Glenda ---- Blogging
away merrily at http://flamingnora.blogspot.com
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