Kellie Bright (Kate
Madikane)
Let’s dispense
with Kate (dear God, if only) from the outset. On Sunday, she is looking
everywhere for Toby, but he isn’t answering his mobile.
Kate goes to Brookfield, where Toby is supposed to be helping out, but only brother
Rex has turned up. Rex suggests that Kate goes to Berrow Farm, as Toby might
have got the two sites confused (and this is a man who was a high flier in the
City - no wonder we are in the mess that we are) so Kate gets there just in
time to hear Helen’s talk about the proposed solar array.
Kate
is sarcastic about the talk, saying that it’s a subsidised industry
and they are in it for the money. An angry Adam berates Kate, saying “there’s a time
and a place - you’ve not only hurt Helen, but embarrassed me and
you can’t keep out of Brian’s way forever and then
you’ll need all the friends you can get.” The way things are
going, that would be Toby and, as he was the one who jumped into the pool with
the raddle powder, I wouldn’t bank on him.
As
an aside, what was Toby doing with raddle powder in his boxers? I am assured by
Neil that raddle powder is what farmers put in pouches on their rams’ stomachs
so that they can check which ewes have been ‘serviced’ by
checking if they have a coloured patch on their backs. Perhaps we should check
Kate’s back (or front) for purple patches?
And
not only Kate, as Toby didn’t go home for one (or
maybe two - I lost the will to live) nights and, when he does turn up. Brother
Rex says that some girl called Michelle (check for purple patches) has been
calling and the photos that appeared in the Echo (Toby in boxers with Kate in
underwear) aren’t helping their chances of getting any land. Kate and Toby meet
accidentally in the pub and Toby is on his mobile. Kate asks who he’s calling
and he says “Rex”, which is a bit embarrassing as Rex walks in about 10 seconds later.
They have lost Pear Tree Farm and Rex says that Toby must be seen to be squeaky
clean from now on. So no raddle powder then.
Brian
finally catches up with Kate and tells her that the purple dye staining the
swimming pool surround has got to be cleaned up. Kate whines that a) it was
Toby’s fault and b) she is busy studying. Phoebe - who has gone up
mega-points in my estimation, due to her attitude towards her mother -
generously offers to help. Kate was willing to let her do it all until Brian
shamed her into helping at least a bit. Brian had told Kate that he wasn’t prepared
to keep her under his roof any longer unless Kate pulled her finger out. Kate
retaliated by saying that she was moving out on Friday, into the cottage that
was earmarked as hers and which has been done up to her specifications. An
interesting demarcation here; she’s moving out from “under
Brian’s roof” to “under the roof that Brian bought for her.” A fine distinction, to
say the least.
Let’s fast
forward to Friday (the day of Kate’s ‘Cottage
Cleansing’ to get rid of evil spirits - so goodbye Kate) and ‘Cottage
Warming’ party. Going round the cottage with burning brands of cedar and God
alone knows what else, Kate not only gets up everyone else’s noses
(literally) but she sets off the fire alarms, which the contact agency switched
through to Brian, who was having a bath (he‘s the only one,
apparently, who knows how to switch the alarm off). Understandably, he is not
best pleased - even more so when he asks Kate “is that my Burgundy?” and she
admits that she ’borrowed’ some. An angry Brian says he’s going home and Phoebe
says she too is ‘going home’ and, furthermore, she never agreed to stay at
the cottage and she never will. Way to go Phoebe! Now all we need is to find
somewhere far away for Kate to go to.
MIke
is in a quandary: Vicky has given him an ultimatum to clear his shed of (to
her); rubbish, (to him); treasures of his life. He can’t bear to
part with things like chain saw chains, which will be invaluable when they move
to Birmingham, but he is saved when Neil and Eddie say that they will take away
the stuff that he cannot take with him. The division of spoils seems a bit
unfair - Eddie ends up with some electric fence posts and Neil gets a rat trap,
custom-designed by Mike, but which only has one design flaw, in that it has
never succeeded in catching a rat. Mind you, the way the Grundy’s luck
normally goes, I wouldn’t be surprised it the fence
posts worked on 110V and blew when they were plugged in.
The
scene of the division of spoils was touching and it became quite maudlin,
especially after a few jugs of the Cider Club’s best, with Eddie and
Neil saying how much they would miss Mike - “the best one-eyed darts
player in the team” - which should narrow the choice down a
little. Mike says that he doesn’t think that he could
have got through his dark days of depression without the support of his friends
and, in confirmation that he has obviously had a surfeit of cider, adds that he
couldn’t wish for “better, more generous mates” and he’ll miss
them. I’m sorry? More generous? Eddie? I think you’ve had more than enough
cider, Mike.
Just
in case you forgot that The Archers is about farming folk, we had Adam
proselytising his view that the entire topsoil of the county (if not the world)
would be washed away unless they stopped looking at short term gain and planned
for the future. He managed to convince Pip (who might soon be off to Brazil,
where the cow herds are in numbers that make the Berrow Farm mega-dairy look
like a petting zoo), but not Charlie who, although he might have a sneaking
sympathy for Adam’s view and the hots for Adam himself, is aware
that Justin (Mega-Dairy King) Eliot pays his wages. Brian too is concerned that
Adam wants to take 15 hectares out of pasture and, while he accepts Adam’s concerns
about the damage to posterity, his attitude could best be summed up by ‘what has
posterity ever done for us?’
We
move on to the saga of Christine and her reluctance to move back to Woodbine
Cottage when it is refurbished after the flood. Peggy and Jill are convinced
that moving into The Laurels cannot possibly be good for her. This is despite
Peggy saying that they will have to support her in whatever she decides and, to
make sure that she decides the right way, Peggy buys Christine a fuchsia, which
Chris decided not to buy as she couldn’t see herself going back
to Woodbine. So Christine; they’ll support you in any
decision as long as it’s the one they think is right for you.
We
will gloss over Open Farm Sunday, as far as Brookfield is concerned - beating
them off with sticks, they weren’t - and move on to the
committee meeting about the fete. Only Jill, Alice and Lynda turn up for the
meeting and Jill has some bad (did I say bad? I meant heartwarming) news - the
new flood defence programme means that the Green will be off limits due to
roadworks throughout the summer. Could the fete be held elsewhere? Jill
suggests that any second-rate, cobbled together fete would be worse than no
fete at all and shouldn’t they cancel it? (Yes,
yes, yes!) Lynda is initially aghast at the idea, but she eventually accepts
the fact that there might be no Ambridge fete this year.
Let’s not get
too excited here, people; it’s only June, but let’s be a bit
optimistic - the Village Hall is still recovering from the flood, so if we can
organise a clandestine team of people to sneak down there and turn the hoses on
it during the hours of darkness and slip the council workmen a backhander to
keep the roadworks going until the New Year, we might not only have no summer
fete, but no Lynda Snell Christmas extravaganza - and who could ask for more?
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