We’ve had a tough week so fly through the stories more efficiently than usual. Gary reacts to news that he’s going to be a daddy again by buying his girlfriend an expensive car and moving her into a fancy flat with a rainfall shower — typical bloody man. The police have no problem tracking down Robert, become suspicious that he’s done in Irish Tina, and demand that Paula shuts her bloody yap hole while presenting evidence at ironic moments. Yasmeen didn’t kill Tim’s Dad in Vegas, Alya didn’t kill him outside the shop, no one killed him at his wedding breakfast, and quite frankly we’re getting a little annoyed by everyone’s lackadaisical approach to not killing this utter monster. After almost half a century on the street where she’s mostly been welcomed with open arms by all her neighbors, two days with little contact with anyone is enough for Rita to decide that she’s lonely. Hope nearly gets pulled over for answering her phone while in charge of a scooter. Cathy is so enraged by Daniel’s melancholy that she runs him over in the street. Bernie’s attempts at catfishing really are shockingly obvious. Tim is in for a shock when he realizes that Vegas weddings are legally binding. The bloke off Bread is a rubbish Santa.