Happy new lockdown year!
At the factory, setting up the live feed of the planning meeting, Sally says she's the Lady MacBeth of the factory, the power behind the throne. Abi confuses this with Hamish MacBeth, the dog-wielding, weed-smoking detective of the mid-90s, but I can't see Sally with a Highland terrier, it would play havoc with the soft furnishings.
Brian pops in with the news that Historic England don't think the brewery is worth saving, not even the copper coils or fermentation tower. I'm not allowed to go into my workplace unless I notify the office manager in advance, and book a specific time, but David and Brian, Abi, Tim and Kev can just wander in willy and also nilly into the factory? As Michael says: home-working isn't considered skiving any more (although that depends on how much time you spend on twitter between 9 and 5 *cough*).
Anyway, David is tempted by Alya's cheesy chili naans (aren't we all) and decamps to Speed Daal where he sees Roy doing a barnstorming speech at the meeting about community and pollution and so forth, but it's all for nowt as the planning committee, who is one woman, finds in favour of Ray and Abi (Roxy seems to have done a runner). David and Emma, Steve and Tim have had letters of eviction, but the rest of the street say it aint over 'til it's over. Nobody puts Sally Metcalfe in the corner over a barrel. Go, Sal, go! Abi visits Tracy who says they all need to be More Deirdre. Well, as long as it doesn't involve having an affair with the local factory owner, I suppose. Meanwhile, Nick tries to get Ray to unrenege on his offer to buy the factory, but Ray says it's too late, mate. Turns out that the reason everyone got their letters straight away was because the chairperson is in league with Rotten Ray.
In the other big storyline, Fay(e) finds out that Gangsta Gazza has been put
on remand and tells Maria that she wants to fess up. She visits Gary in the big
house and he tells her to carry on as normal and he doesn't want to see
her in prison. Well, she is the odd one out on the street having never been to gaol. Kelly turns up out of nowhere (maybe there's a rock on Rosamund street?) to accuse Gary of killing her pops.
My predictions lately have been rubbish: I thought that was the end of Geoff when he was glassed in the neck, I thought it was Simon who bopped Adam on the head, I thought we would never see Grace again. Unfortunately, I was incorrect and she turns up, fresh out of chokey, to persuade Michael that her baby bump was put there by him and suggests that they do a DNA test (for £900!)
Evelyn bumps into Arthur in the cafe and then again outside the florist where she assumes that the flowers Arthur is buying for his dead wife are for her. Kenneth Gorgeous George tells her about the funeral (and also the locum vicar who had an amphetamine addiction in the 90s, but that's by the by) and says that Arthur has no-one to hold his hand at the funeral. No doubt, there's a pandemic on. Later, Evelyn asks Arthur over and he asks her to go to Canada with him. Bit sudden! Evelyn got the tongue in especially, but will she want an unexpected prick in the night?
But we must know, Jonathan Harvey, what was the burnt samosa story?
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