It was a week of two tales this week, with not a huge amount to smile about. David’s looking forward to getting out of jail in a couple of weeks and then going ahead and marrying Shona a few days later. It’s all booked. So let’s hope that he doesn’t do anything stupid like get involved in a prison riot and wind up in a room with Josh and a pair of scissors and then let’s further hope that footage of that incident doesn’t end up in Max’s or Imran’s inboxes. Oh, wait. In a storyline that began months ago, which involved the birth of baby Bertie and the passing of organic green tea and potpourri advocate, Steph, brave Sinead is approaching the end of her own metaphorical cobbled street, and frustrated by his inability to do the right thing by her, and devastated by the impending loss, a misguided Daniel goes off to find comfort wherever he can find it. Elsewhere, Peter and Carla are back, Kirk breaks a snow machine, Tracy says horrid things, Santa’s fairies do their best to keep him sober for a day, and poor Peanut contemplates getting a new forever family.
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