Molly's in the
dog house. Tyrone tries
to woo her back by bursting into the shop when she's dusting the
tinned puds but she blanks him by the cheese and he leaves,
forlorn. Pam's furious
with Mol and says she might as well have stamped on a kitten when
she dumped Ty. Jack's
straight round there once he hears the news and over a few beers in
the Rovers, and well-meaning words from Fiz
and John, Tyrone's heart bleeds over losing his
wife. Jack coos
pigeon-speak to Tyrone: "Lost birds allus come
back." Let's just
hope they don't fly in and poo on Tyrone's
head. Anyway, when Molly
moves into the flat about Dev's shop, Tyrone puts two and two
together and ends up with sixty-nine, accusing Molly and Dev of
having an affair. It's Kev, not
Dev, you Div! Tyrone thumps Dev and lays him flat out and it's Kevin
who pulls Tyrone out of the fight. Molly later
gives Kevin her wedding ring and tells him to give it back to
Tyrone. Oh, how
flippin' nasty was that? Nastier still was that Kev went and did
it.
Kev's a man
lost and alone. Sally got her
lumpectomy test results and it's good news, she's given the
all-clear as the cancer hasn't spread but she'll still need
radiotherapy, just in case. It's
champagne all round in the Webster house as they toast Sally's
health but Kevin loses control later when Sophie tells him she's
prayed for her
mum. Kev wants to
know what use prayer will do and loses his temper with his youngest
daughter. He also comes
close to hitting his eldest when he finds out that Rosie's selling
her car to pay for a boob
job. Rosie's on
the phone to a prospective car buyer who wants to know how big the
engine is. "It's about
the size of three handbags," the daft mare
replies.
It's been a
sad week all round, all things considered and there's
more of the same
in the Rovers as Steve and Becky continue not
speaking. Becky's had
bad news, her mum has died, only we don't know that yet and she's
not told anyone. She's keeping
it to herself, all that pain inside of her, and all of her anger is
growing as Steve acts on like he's single again, buys a
motorbike and takes
leggy Kelly Crabtree for a spin around
the block.
Over at Gail's
it's no bag of laughs either. Joe's
desperate over his debts and eyes up the collection box in the
Rovers the girls have started for Sally's
cancer charity. Bill gives
him what-for when he spots
Joe lusting after the loot. After Gail throws Joe out
when he calls in a property management company who offer
tuppence-ha'penny to take the house off Gail's hands, the pair of
them argue in the street and she slaps him right
hard. I loved this
bit. It's about
time Gail stood up for
herself.
Audrey and David are
over the moon that Gail's seeing sense about Joe but she
forgives him
later on when he comes clean about how much debt he's really
in. As
Audrey would say:
"Oh, Gay-ell."
The only
person who had a bit of fun this week and a smile on her face was
Mary from the motorhome. She only went
and stole the picture of Norris and Freda
that was on display in the Kabin, hid it under her coat and dumped
it in a bin. She's
matahari in an anorak, that one,
a femme fatale styled by BHS.
And that's
just about that for this
week.
Coronation Street
writers this week were Debbie Oates, Peter Whalley, Mark Burt and
John Kerr.
Glenda
Young
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