- He’s lying
- It is worth crying over contaminated milk
- What wintering ducks are left?
- Will the papers force Helen back to Bridge farm?
- Kirsty’s not the maternal type
- Emma’s not the bookish type
- Helen’s now not interested in stew packs and spices
- Ruth can apply a docking ring without falling over
He’s lying
David, David, David … when are you going to learn?
You were nice to let Ruth have a longer sleep (by starting the milking), but why did you then pretend to Ruth that all was in hand with Elizabeth?
You didn’t even have the conversation with her that you promised you would (to Ruth).
And giving Elizabeth yet another excuse for not hiring in a professional manager (Elizabeth can’t focus because of the coroner letter) isn’t going to wash with Ruth anymore.
Why make it harder on yourself? Just be honest with Ruth. She’ll work it out in the end anyway … your absence will speak volumes.
It is worth crying over contaminated milk
David’s tired, stressed and rushing – so has made yet another mistake at Brookfield.
This time, he didn’t switch the bypass on – which meant that all of the milk from this morning, and from last night, was contaminated with dirty water.
And Ruth most definitely isn’t a happy chappy.
[Ruth] “You’re over at Lower Loxley everyday no matter what I say”
[David] “What she’s going through … every time I see her, she’s in so much pain”
David sees it as a “question of timing”. Ruth sees it as a question of David doing the best thing for both his family and for Elizabeth – by letting go of his guilt, and letting Elizabeth stop being so dependent on him.
[Ruth] “So, how do we wait? Until you’ve wrecked everything here …”
Hopefully not Ruth, but goodness knows when David will take back control of his own life.
As Ruth later said to Usha:
[Ruth] “He needs to stop his heart ruling his head … we can’t cope with him being part-time here any longer ... he’s making things worse for Elizabeth – how’s she ever going to face reality again?”
What wintering ducks are left?
Kirsty mentioned that she and Patrick were off to see – but I doubt we’ll hear more about it.
*sigh*
It’s those all too important moments which some hidden microphones cannot reach …
Will the papers force Helen back to Bridge farm?
Seemingly Helen’s losing sleep over noise from downstairs, as well as due to Henry.
How the volunteers in the village shop can be so noisy over newspapers, one can only hazard a guess.
But I wonder if it’ll be Jim Lloyd et al who will encourage Helen on her way back ‘home’ …
Kirsty’s not the maternal type
Or that is at least what it sounded like when Helen left her with Henry.
Emma’s not the bookish type
Bless Usha for having open enough a mind to even think of asking Emma if she wanted to join the book club.
Seems that Richard Thwaite and Caroline have also joined. Sabrina must be still trying to get out of her cat suit, and goodness knows where Oliver’s gone to.
Their first book is The Suspicions of Mr Whicher (which I also highly recommend), but that didn’t seem to entice Emma.
[Emma] “I don’t see the point of sitting around and talking about it afterwards … too much like school, takes all the fun out if it”
Which is fair enough. Emma always struck me as more of a Hello reader …
Helen’s now not interested in stew packs and spices
She’s barely got Henry back from hospital – but now Kirsty is also trying to get her back into work mode (as well as Tony the other day).
I suppose they’re all starting to realise how much work Helen did. It’s all fine and good telling someone to take it easy, but harder to cope without them.
Kirsty has some new ideas, but Helen really couldn’t give a hoot.
She even took it as far to tell Kirsty just to crack on:
[Helen] “Plough right on and see what happens”
And nor was she interested in new salad grower.
Cripes!
All Helen wanted to look at, talk about and think about was Henry.
Ah – there’s a typical new mum for you.
[Helen] “I want to show you his bath mitt – pink sponge hippopotamus – perfect for getting behind his ears – you’ll love it!”
*yawn*
Ruth can apply a docking ring without falling over
On yersel!
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