Michael Lumsden (Alistair Lloyd)
There is concern over at the stables, where Shula
is distraught that the man who bought Topper (Nigel's horse) can no longer
afford the livery. Freddie will be mortified if he is sold and moved away, she
wails and comes up with the half-baked idea to buy Topper herself.
Alistair puts his foot down, saying that they can't
afford such a sentimental gesture and it's not just the purchase price, but the
on-going costs of upkeep. "It has to be a business decision" he says,
loftily. While Alistair is probably right, he'd do well to remember exactly why
everything is mortgaged to the hilt and they can't afford it - if he doesn't
get off his high horse, I hope Shula just whispers the words "Texas Hold
'Em" into his ear. Failing that, beating him over the head with a poker
would give him a reminder.
However, I have a solution – after all, Freddie is
Elizabeth's son, so why doesn't she buy Topper? Not likely though, as she was
the one who sold him in the first place.
Just when you hoped that the whole Rich business
had been kicked into the long grass, bloody Kylie goes and writes to Pat and
Tony, saying that she knows that they had sought Rich out and saying
"thank you" for a kind gesture. This time it's Tony who goes all
maudlin and is found by Helen, reading Kylie's letter. The fact that Rich is
good at cricket makes him even more John's son, says Tony.
Tom, showing the compassion and tenderness that we
have come to expect from him, is all for writing to Kylie, pointing out the
grief and trouble she's caused but Helen is more sympathetic, reminding Tom
that it was Tony who found John's body and he seems so lonely. Tom says
"I'll try and be there for him, but he's got to be there for us." And
this from the man who keeps making appointments when he should be doing his
turn at the milking. Mind you, he has got a point – Tony is so busy (as he
keeps reminding everyone) that he shouldn't have the time to be sad.
Someone else who shouldn't have much spare time is Rooooth,
although she manages to write some anti-mega-dairy propaganda, start up an
online petition and wander round the village putting up posters. Sensibly,
Jolene won't let her put one up in the pub.
The battle lines over the dairy are really being
drawn now, with Jennifer putting a pro-dairy article on the village website and
Pat and Rooooth retaliating. Pat is so energised and throwing herself into the
campaign that she forgets to do anything for Tony's lunch when he comes in
frozen and starved after a morning doing weird things to vegetables. This might
well be the shape of things to come, Tony, but at least it will give you
something else to be miserable about.
Things look set to hot up, when Lynda and Neil
agree that, as Parish Councillors, they should set up a public meeting to
discuss the whole subject of the dairy. Furthermore, Neil says it should be
within the next couple of weeks. The BL board think that this is too soon, but
as Brian says "What can I do?" I'd bring your hard hat, Brian.
Jennifer was pleased with her efforts to support
the dairy (it was she who wrote the pro-dairy article on the website, complete
with link to BL's own site) but she is aghast when, talking to Susan in the
village shop, Susan says "I don't know what I'll do when Alice and
Christopher want to start a family." The thought of her little girl
actually breeding with someone descended from the Horrobins is obviously
something that strikes a chill into her heart. Mind you, she shouldn't be that
surprised – God knows they seem to be practising hard enough.
There's much debate about the size of the
allocation of the cider to the workers who have helped in its making. Jim and
Joe negotiate how much the Grundys should keep back. Jim's initial offer of 10%
falls somewhat short of Joe's estimate of 90%. Be careful Joe, you might be
doing it all by yourself next year if you don't see the workers all right. It's
all very well having the knowledge and experience (his criteria for wanting
90%) but at the end of the day, you need people to pick the apples and cart
them around.
Finally, I cannot wait for the promises auction –
Alice and Tracy are the latest ones to say that they might bid for Harry. Poor
Jazzer cannot understand why there's so much interest and is teased unmercifully
by Fallon, who tells him that she might enter a bid. "You haven't even got
a garden!" he explodes, to which she replies "I'd better put a window
box in my bedroom then." A whole new meaning to 'planting seeds' perhaps?
I wouldn't be surprised if, on the day, Jazzer doesn't try to buy Harry out of
spite, just to make sure that no female gets to enjoy him. Personally, if I
were Harry, having seen the reaction of the women of Ambridge, I'd knock this
milk round lark on the head and start up on my own as a gigolo.
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