Big
story of the week
has been Sally Webster, who's been the talk of the Street but not in
any way that she'd have liked. She has her
lumpectomy in hospital but before Kev drives
her there for her overnight
stay, the factory girls want
to know why Sally's been given special leave from
work when they
can't even have an
afternoon off. They rage and
rant, grunt and moan until finally Rosie snaps at them all in the
Rovers and tells them the truth about
Sally. It was good
to see Rosie lose her temper with them all, taking a break from
pouting and preening for shouting and
screaming in defence of her mum. Kelly
Crabtree doesn't turn a hair. "I never
liked Sally before she had
cancer and I don't like her now." You have to
see her point, even if you don't agree. Sally's let loose from the
ward the next day as her lump goes for tests and
she'll find out the results this coming
Friday. Until then,
Kev and the girls close ranks around Sally and
support her as best
as they can.
Sunita and Dev
draw closer this week as it's the twins birthday party and Dev hosts
it in his flat. Jesse
provides the entertainment with Sean finding his calling as Jesse's
new Hiyalowa. And after the
warm glow of green jelly and Jesse have settled after the party,
Sunita only goes and calls Dev again when she thinks their little
girl has come down with meningitis. Myself, if I
had a child showing symptoms of a life-threatening illness I
would have called the doctor not a
feckless ex-husband, but each to their
own.
Fortunately the
kid turns out to be ok and Dev's really happy to be back in Sunita's
good books. Not long now
and he'll be back in her pants.
Over at Chez
Platt, Gail tries out her new name, writing her signature over and
over - sGail McIntyre, Gail McIntyre, Gail
McIntyre. Well, she
probably has problems remembering what surname she's
got. Joe watches
and learns how his new wife signs her
name. "It's got a
big whoosh on the Y," Gail tells him, and Joe copies that whoosh as
he fills in life insurance claim forms
for himself and
Mrs Mc but conveniently forgets to tell
her he's done so.
In the back
lanes of the Street, there's rubbish-rage going
on. The binmen
refuse to take any bins that are over-full and so Eddie Windass
spreads his rubbish around in other people's bins while wearing the
most disgusting dressing gown ever to sully British
TV. However,
Eddie redeemed himself somewhat this week when he baked a farewell
cake in the shape of a
hand-grenade as the Street waved off Gary Windass to his army basic
training. Anna's upset
at losing her son, convinced that he'll get blown to bits and sent
home in a coffin. David doesn't
add to the party spirit or Anna's nerves
when he puts a target on Gary's
back.
David also
scuppers Gail's hope of a house sale when he puts off potential
buyers by telling them the truth about their neighbours; well,
there's ex-cons, sex-fiends, fighters, druggies, drunkards and
prossies. And as if to prove his
point, the house-hunters leave with David's
words ringing in
their ears only to run into a ruckus on the cobbles as Michelle has
shouty words with
Sian's dad who's
come to give Ryan what-for after he
finds out from Sian's Facebook
page that she's been sleeping with Michelle's
son.
And finally
this week, Molly leaves Tyrone. She takes her
suitcase and leaves him with tears in his eyes and a stupefied
expression on his face: "I'll go on a diet," he
whined. Ooh, the
bitch. I hope she
doesn't come back. She picked
her moment too, it was only the second anniversary of Vera's death,
which Tyrone was already upset about. Talk about
hitting a man when he's down. Molly lies
and says there's no-one else, she just doesn't love Ty any
more but he
remains suspicious that there's someone else
involved.
And that's
just about that for this
week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Joe Turner, Martin Allen and Daran
Little.
Glenda
Young
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