- It’s okay. Jennifer’s got veal casserole
- Pip’s driving and fixing lambing sheds
- Is that Helen?
- Lilian out to spoil a good walk
- What’s Matt up to?
- Now Jim’s a Royalist!
- Industrial action at Grey Gables?
It’s okay. Jennifer’s got venison casserole
Tony’s in a state about Helen not being at Bridge Farm (she returns to her flat today), but Jennifer’s going to sort everything by taking her a casserole.
Actually. I shouldn’t take the Michael. That sounds quite perfect.
Jennifer is also one of the few Ambridge folks who will know exactly how Helen will be feeling. Jennifer managed to cope with Adam while coping alone (well, just about managed)
[Jennifer] “Your father phoned me last night and convinced me you’d starve here on your own”
So venison casserole it is, but I doubt Helen will eat those cupcakes.
Pip’s driving and fixing lambing sheds
Most teenagers would reveal in the sheer freedom of being able to drive up and down the village with their music blaring – but our wee saintly Pip is more than content to get to pick up the shopping. Then tackle the lambing sheds.
Josh was going to help with the sheds, but seemingly got bored after half an hour.
[Ruth] “Well it’s not the most thrilling way to spend a Friday night!”
Too right you are Ruth!
But Ruth is lucky she has got Pip.
David should have sorted the lambing sheds. David should have got in the supplies for dressing the lambs (and what not). David should have fixed the broken heat lamps …
[Ruth] “It’s not okay though, is it … I haven’t got time to chase around him checking up … the thing that really gets to me … ‘thanks very much, we don’t need you anymore’”
Which is what David said to Brian.
Even though Brian reckons:
[Brian] “It’s a shame really. I was starting to enjoy it.”
Hmmm. Brian and Ruth. Pip killed when speeding home with the frozen pizzas, or crushed when her handiwork falls apart.
Is that Helen?
It’s the first morning living solo with Henry, and Helen’s in a fluster.
Nothing’s actually wrong. Henry just won’t be put down without wailing. Which means Helen can’t have a shower, brush her teeth, or change out of her pyjamas.
And the Health Visitor is coming over.
But what’s this?
It’s our lovely Ian to the rescue. He takes Henry while Helen gets herself sorted – and has a man to man chat with him (which seemed to work).
Later on, Helen is happy to report that the Health Visitor was very pleased with her and Henry.
It will take some getting used to (us included!), but Henry very much looks to be the making of Helen. Maybe a tad stressed out and frantic at times, but nothing like the Helen of ‘back then’ who’d have a heart attack over a crumb.
Lilian out to spoil a good walk
Matt and Brian are trying to play gold, but Lilian doesn’t quite seem to get ‘it’.
[Matt, trying to get Lilian out of the way so that he can make his play] “ …look at her, strolling down the fairway like it’s Borchester high street”
What’s Matt up to?
Does this Docherty chap he’s lined up for Brian and the shoot sound as good as Matt makes him out to be?
Who is his mole at the Council, and what’s he to gain from having inside information about the Mart development?
Why is he being so smug with Brian?
Is it The Bull about to be turned into flats?
Or is Matt about to stage a coup for Lower Loxley? He is assuming that Elizabeth will want to hand over everything to a management company … and it sounds like he’s already started planning which bits of the estate would make good property sites.
None of this bodes well.
I think we can safely assume the old Matt is well and truly back …
[Matt] “It’ll take a big of digging to get your ball out of that!”
Quite.
Now Jim’s a Royalist!
I’m as surprised as Ian:
[Ian] “Jim Lloyd, I would have out money on him being staunch republication”
[Helen] “Well, maybe he is, but he seems to thoroughly approve of the Duchess of Cornwall”
Industrial action at Grey Gables?
It would seem that Lynda’s determination to make sure she’s on shift when Camilla arrives is alienating the rest of the staff.
They seemingly nearly walked out over her changing the rota.
Oh dear Lynda. Seems like it’s no holds barred when it comes to simpering at Royalty.
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