Fed up and frosty, Sunita sacks
herself from the corner shop this week and gets a new job behind the
Rovers bar. She's never pulled a pint before but knows how to pull
the punters and sets to wearing a skimpy top and a big smile. Mind
you, Dev's not best pleased to find a cleavage with his wife behind
it when he pops into the Rovers for a
drink.
Kirsty's involved in a car crash this week and it
looks like she's going to make a car crash out of Tyrone's life too.
She flashes the blue, sounds the siren and speeds after Rita's car
when Tina is driving Tyrone to town. Tina puts her foot down when
she spies Kirsty following them, determined to drive to the cop shop
and dob Kirsty in. But when the lights change to red at the
crossroads and Tina has to slam on the brakes, Kirsty piles into the
back of their car. Tyrone and Tina are cut and bruised badly but
Kirsty's hit hard and rushed to th'ospickle. Tommy tells Tyrone he
must do whatever his heart tells him to do so he visits Kirsty in
her hospital bed. The nurse comes in to say that Kirsty's tests have
come back fine, she's going to be ok ? and her baby's doing fine
too. Tyrone's shocked by the news and he walks out, he can't think
straight, but it doesn't take long before Kirsty moves back into
Tyrone's heart ? and his house? and Tina moves out. The one person
who is happy to hear Tyrone's baby news turns out to be Kev and the
two fellas share a handshake for the first time in
months.
Sally makes herself available for Frank all hours
of the day and night this week. After his dad dies she's on kettle
duty, then staying overnight on duvet watch and not giving a stuff
what the neighbours all say. And they do say a lot. Rita and Gail
pop round to talk to Sally about her going out with freaky Frank.
"We're not here to judge," coos Gail. But she is, and she does. And
will Sally listen? Will she `eck as like.
Becky grows closer to Danny this week, she's swept
off her feet and falls for him hard. He reveals he's got a son, that
he's a widower and Becky and the kid get on like a house, or at
least, a first-floor flat on fire. And just when it looks as if
things are going well, Danny announces his job is taking him away.
Far away to Barbados. He hasn't yet asked Becky to go with him, but
you know he just will - and she will. Before she goes though,
Becky's determined to expose Tarcy's lies about losing the twins and
she collars Deirdre having a crafty fag up the ginnel. Becky demands
to know what she knows. But for now, Deirdre's staying very
tight-lipped.
Owen's had enough of David and Kylie and blames
them for pouring creosote into the pond and killing his fish. But
it's not them that's done it, not this time around. It's the
attention-seeking Faye who's gone and chucked the creosote in.
Anna's called away to spend the night with her brother and sister in
law (he's chopped a finger off and she's only gone and fainted and
banged her head). And while Anna's away overnight, Owen finds out
just what little Faye has done. He loses his temper and punishes
her, hitting her hard, twice. Oh, Owen. Oh, Faye. Oh, those poor
fish.