Have the scriptwriters taken entire leave of their senses with the Heather-being-pregnant storyline? Her pregnancy as such is of interest, don't get me wrong (and don't then start comparing me unfavourably with Shirley), but why oh why oh why oh why does it have to be such a negative, miserable experience for her and us? Last night's punchline cum cliffhanger tells it all: Shirley suggested she thinks about having it adopted, and said this immediately after Heather had been waxing lyrical about baby clothes and cots.
On the other side of the square, Phil has been having an affair with Dawn, which is unlikely enough, and on being discovered by Minty Dawn has left to look after her migraine-suffering mother and much put upon Gary believes her. Mm. It may be paranoia, but I can't help thinking these stories are designed to send me screaming to the hills.
Try not to go screaming to the hills - they're alive with the sound of music and may worsen your state of mind!!!
Posted by: know all but the answers | 10 July 2009 at 04:09 PM