After losing it and decamping to Roy's Rolls in tears when his Alzheimer's wife started tearing up their wedding photos, Paul reluctantly agreed he had lost the old Lesley and she needed to be a specialist residential care home. He and Eileen, with the help of Dr Matt, dropped her in for a month's trial and she seemed to settle in well. No wonder, the home looked more like some plush 5 star hotel with expensive flower arrangements and staff so saintly they practically had halos over their heads - was this realistic, I wonder?
Sunita refused Dev's surprise idea of a holiday break in Majorca when she found out it was actually at a golf resort and he hadn't bothered to consult her. So he jetted off solo with the children, leaving Sunita conveniently free to invite Karl in for a cosy chat over a glass of wine. He admitted it was he who faked the robbery at the Rovers in order to pay his gambling debts.
The psycho, cue music from Jaws alert on jealous Kirsty is edging ever higher. She threw a tantrum and chucked Tyrone's dinner on the floor when he arrived back late from the Rovers, only to find it was because he had been comforting Tommy who had just found out his grandfather had died. She's bigger than you Tyrone, watch out!
It is quite difficult, I fear, to care about the worthy but rather boring "daddy day care" sub plot involving Sean, his son Dylan and his keen-to-adopt-another child boyfriend Marcus…
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