Charles Collingwood
(Brian Aldridge)
Brian
is rattling around Home Farm, totally at a loss for something to do. Adam has
the arable side all sewn up and, since Adam has also decided that winter
lambing is now consigned to history, Brian cannot even look forward (?) to
spending the occasional chilly night in the lambing shed.
No
wonder he moans to Jennifer about Lilian, saying: ”That woman leaves a trail of
destruction wherever she goes; dirty underwear, overflowing ashtrays and gin
and wine glasses all over the place.” If I may digress, he also moans about
Kate, asking Jennifer if she knows what’s happening about the so-called therapy
business and why isn’t it up and running? Jennifer says “we shouldn’t be judgemental”,
to which Brian replies “why ever not?” I’m with you on this one, Brian.
But
back to Lilian, who comes in as Brian, who is not in the best of tempers, is
leaving, muttering under his breath, “I see Mr Grumpy’s back in town” Lil
remarks, before asking her sister a favour. Earlier, Lilian was out with Justin
at the top of Lakey Hill - she thanked him for the advice his experts had given
about which properties she should sell and he asked if she might do him a
favour. No, not that - at least not yet. Justin is keen to get more involved in
local affairs and, since his purchase of Brookfield has gone nads up, he
wonders if Lilian was willing to rent out the Dower House to him?
Let’s
pause here for a second - Justin referred to Brookfield as his preferred “bolt
hole”. Bolt hole? The man was willing to pay £7.5 million for the place -
that’s some bolt hole. Good job he wasn’t after a residence. Lilian is all for
it and asks Jennifer if she can carry on living at Home Farm. Jen is overjoyed
but Lilian’s question - “What’s Brian going to say?” - remains unanswered. We
have also learned that Justin’s wife is not keen on country living (Ambridge is
too parochial, apparently), so we have to wonder exactly what sort of local
affairs Justin is keen on. The phrase ‘pushing at an open door’ springs to
mind, but we‘ll wait and see.
But
we eventually get round to the comeback kid of this week’s title. Justin takes
Brian and Jennifer to dinner and talks of his plans for the future. He admits
that he has made a lot of mistakes and, thinking about it, for a so-called
astute businessman, he certainly has; Berrow Farm was a disaster, the anaerobic
digester will only work if slurry is trucked in, he offered over the odds for
Brookfield and still didn’t get it and his attempts to schmooze the villagers
of Ambridge over the dairy and AD were unmitigated PR disasters.
Anyway,
does Brian think Adam would be prepared to address the BL board and outline his
new strategy for the Estate? Of course he would - the chance to turn the
majority of Borsetshire into one vast herbal ley is too good to miss. Justin
also says that he regrets the fact that Brian resigned from the BL board, which
is a bit rich, as it was he that engineered it, and that Annabelle (Brian’s
replacement) hasn’t quite come up to scratch. Would Brian consider rejoining
the board and, when Annabelle decides to step down - “And I’m sure she’ll make
the right decision when the time comes” - it would leave Brian free to take the
Chair again. “Assuming you want to, of course.” Hmm, what do you reckon? Me
too. If you wouldn’t just mind falling on this sword, Annabelle. That’s lovely,
dear - bye bye.
Inevitably
we turn to things Titchener. I must say that the comments we have had about Rob
show a difference of opinion - half of you hate him, while the other half
loathes him. I don’t know what his evil agenda is, but he moved into overdrive
this week, especially where Tom was concerned. Firstly Rob told Tom that the
shop was cutting down on the amount of sausages it would be carrying in future,
as they weren’t selling well. An incensed Tom said that the shop existed to
serve Bridge Farm products and business, to which a sneering Rob replied that
he thought the idea was to make a profit.
Later
on, Rob came across Tom and Helen trying out recipes for black pudding, using
Joe’s ‘secret’ ingredient of used tea leaves. Helen was laughing when Rob made
his entrance - something that was guaranteed to annoy him; how dare she be
happy without him? Rob immediately has a go at Tom, saying that this seems to
be another example of him being bypassed over a new line for the shop and it
would have been nice to have been consulted. Helen is busy apologising, but
when Rob asks if this (“blood and oats etc.”) is the way we want to go, Tom
defends black pudding as being increasingly popular in London. “Peasant food”
says Mr Sneery, adding that there must be better ways to make the shop
profitable and “perhaps we all need to try a bit harder.”
Pat,
who apparently now believes the sun shines out of Rob’s bottom, confesses to
him her fears that Helen might be returning to her anorexia days. She also
mentions her fears to Jennifer, who goes round to visit Helen. Rob returns as
she is leaving and asks Helen what was her aunt doing there? “Your family just
can’t leave you alone, can they?” he says accusingly, adding: “Earlier I had
your mum implying that your anorexia had come back - that’s the last kind of
thing you need now, that kind of stressful insinuation.” Spot on Rob, so why
did you tell her? “When will [your family] learn that it’s my baby you’re
carrying, not theirs?” As Helen leaves to tend to Henry, Rob rings Pat and
tells her that Helen has said that she’s just fine and no need to worry. “Thank
goodness you’re there to look after her” says Mrs Gullible, later telling Tom
that she’s sure that Ian and Kirsty are keeping in touch with Helen and that
she knows there are lots of us looking out for her. That’s a ‘no’, ‘no’ and
‘Rob’s working on the rest of her friends and family’, actually Pat
Moving
on to happier things, Pip seems to have fallen head over heels for Matthew and
seems determined to wear him to a frazzle before he drags his shattered body
off for a few days’ rest before starting his next job. “I want to make the most
of every minute I’ve got left with you” she tells him, making us wonder if you
can operate a milking parlour with your trousers round your ankles. There was a
nice moment when Pip, who had been invited to The Bull by Rex and Toby to hear
about their latest business scheme, persuaded Matthew to go with her. Toby
wasn’t best pleased - his opening comment to Matthew; “You’re not hanging
around, are you?” set the tone, but Pip put Toby in his place by telling him to
get the beers in.
The
idea was patently total garbage and Matthew told them so. When Pip and Matthew
went off to watch the dancing (it was Burns’ Night), a severely pissed-off Toby
told Rex “She’s clearly under the cowboy’s thumb” and, when Rex says that
Matthew will be gone soon, Toby replies “Good riddance - smarmy git.” Pots and
kettles, Tobes.
What
else has been happening? The Brookfield cows have had their photos taken for
Rodway’s sales catalogues and there is much love and “we’re in this together
and it’s a new step forward” between David and Rooooth. Fallon, Emma and Kirsty
manage to overcome the pickiest bride in England and their catering of the
reception is a triumph, due in no small part to Kirsty saving the day at least
twice. Fallon is full of praise for her, but Emma is her usual, miserable self
and, when Fallon asks Kirsty if she’d be prepared to help out at future events,
Emma’s comment is “Do you think we’ll need her?”
The
story of Lynda commissioning Eddie to build a bespoke shepherd’s hut is too
laughable to contemplate - and she’s paying him £3k in advance. Prepare for
tears and strong words, I reckon.
Let
us finish with Matthew taking his leave (only temporarily is my bet) of
Brookfield. He’s done his final milking and Rooooth says goodbye, telling him
to keep in touch. “We’ve enjoyed having you here” she tells him. Somehow, I
think that phrase would have been much more appropriate coming from her
daughter’s mouth.
" if you can operate a milking parlour with your trousers round your ankles" That's the AI man surely.
ReplyDeleteYour blog is great - keep going. Bob (Vond, not Titchener)
I have actually stopped listening to the Archers altogether pending the much awaited and, surely to goodness, inevitable and hopefully bloody demise of the demon Tichner. As a woman, I find it too unpleasant to listen to. I make a point of keeping up with sporty Neil's journal on the subject so that on that joyous day I shall be able to slip back into it, like a favourite cardi at the beginning of winter. I trust it shan't be much longer.
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