Lucy Fleming (Miranda Elliott)
Before
we begin, I must apologise for the late appearance of this week’s blog, which
was due ostensibly to a gremlin in the PC, although personally, I reckon Toby
Fairbrother was responsible…
Miranda Elliott got a big speaking part last week.
Poor Lilian has been moping around the place, depressing everybody with her
sombre mood. And why is she so down? Because she has heard nothing from lover
Justin Elliott since the panto ended and she fears that the romance is over.
Then on Tuesday, she gets a call from Justin, who
says he wants to go through his diary and could Lilian come over later? You bet
she can, and she turns up at the Dower House, full of expectations. These are
cruelly dashed when she sees Miranda by her husband’s side and salt is rubbed
into the wound when Miranda says that at her husband’s side is where she needs
to be, plus she will sit in on the meeting and has one or two suggestions as to
some of the diary entries. Miranda also suggests that perhaps Lilian has been
taking on a bit too much. Her suggestions concerning the diary are to cancel
virtually all of the social appointments, as Justin won’t have time for
socialising, busy business magnate that he is. Lilian puts up a token
resistance, but Miranda steamrollers this aside and, when Lilian says that she
will get on to it right away, Miranda smiles sweetly and says “Thank you.”
During this exchange, Justin hardly says a word,
except a feeble protest that there are one or two events he’d still like to
attend, but Miranda ignores this. It is painfully obvious that this is not the
first time she has faced this problem and, by cutting Lilian off at the knees,
she believes that she has nipped it in the bud. But has she? Lilian’s mood is
not improved; Brian described her as being “Like a wet weekend” and he is
worried that she will put the damper on the Friday night drinks party, being
held to celebrate the purchase of the land from BL. That shows how little he
knows his sister-in-law, as, on the day, Lilian proclaims that “If I’m going
down, then it will be with all guns blazing” and, when she makes an appearance,
she looks like a million dollars.
Jennifer contrives to take Miranda and Brian away
to look at some paintings (Miranda fancies herself as a bit of an expert),
leaving Justin and Lilian alone. He immediately apologises for his behaviour
earlier in the week and for not contacting her, but “Miranda has been watching
me like a hawk.” He wants things to go back as they were before and the two of
them risk a kiss. I reckon they ought to take it carefully, as Miranda’s no
idiot and, if Justin’s diary starts filling up again with social engagements,
she’ll know where to look.
Going back to the land purchase, Brian managed to
get Justin to knock £200k off the price, and he makes a point of seeking out
Adam to tell him that the herbal ley experiment can continue for another couple
of years (oh good) and so can the mob grazing, which makes Pip happy. Adam is
grateful too and we had a rare bit of radio when Brian told Adam “I made a
mistake.”
Pip seeks out Rex and finds him making an
industrial-size dish of Dahl. He tells her that it’s for economic reasons and
explains that his dad will be stopping his and Toby’s allowance. He also lets
slip that it was dad who supplied the capital for the business start-up –
something which Toby never mentioned to Pip. Personally, I reckon that there
are a lot of things that fall into this category and we can expect further
revelations.
Pip takes Toby to task, but he dismisses it, saying
that he and Rex will be OK. Pip pointedly says that Toby will be OK, as he’s
living rent free (he’s also got your £5k Pip) and Toby says Rex will survive.
However, Pip isn’t so sure and meets with Rex to suggest that she ask David if
he could let Rex have a three-month rent holiday. Rex says that he wouldn’t
want to exploit David’s good nature and, when Pip says that she wishes she had
some money to lend him, he says that, even if she had, he wouldn’t accept it.
“No, I don’t suppose you would” Pip replies, no doubt musing on how different
the two brothers are.
Toby’s stock rose somewhat among certain members of
the Archer family when Pip rang him and asked him to go over to Brookfield and
retrieve some figures from a tablet that she had left behind (she and Rooooth
were visiting a dairy farmer). Toby finds Jill trying to remove Christmas cards
from the top of a bookcase and she falls off the stool that she had been
standing on. Toby helps her to sit down and urges her to put her leg up (“Lucky
we’ve got this stool handy” he remarks, drily). He diagnoses a bad sprain and
says he’ll drive her to the Minor Injuries Unit.
A sprain is indeed diagnosed and Rooooth, Pip and,
later, David are horrified to see her in a wheelchair, although Toby explains
that this is because the x-ray unit is down a long corridor and Jill can’t
walk. Jill is in curmudgeonly mood and moans at everyone for making a fuss.
Everyone is grateful to Toby for his prompt action and thanks him. Did I say
‘everyone’? There is a pointed silence from one person and then, presumably
with everyone looking at her expectantly, Jill finally says “Thank you” to
Toby, albeit through gritted teeth.
Her ingratitude continues the next day, when she
tells Rooooth that, far from being grateful to Toby, the fall was his fault, as
his sudden appearance startled her, making her fall. She also moans again that
everyone is making too much of a fuss and it is all too much for Rooooth, who
snaps at her and tells her to shut up about Toby. Over at Rickyard, Toby is
mystified by the Archers’ reaction – Shula cooked him cakes, Kenton brought him
a pint, Liz bought him a potted plant and David came round to thank him in
person. “Did they expect me to leave her on the floor and step over her to get
the tablet?” he asks Pip. They probably expected you to go through her purse
first, Toby.
It was a week of mixed fortunes for Rob. On Sunday,
he had his first contact meeting with Jack and afterwards, he waited for Helen
and Tom to come back (which he wasn’t supposed to do). He tells Helen that he
wants the divorce to go through quickly and cleanly. He also asks if she would
accept the toy that he and Jack had been playing with and also a present for
Henry. She agrees, much to Tom’s disquiet.
On Friday afternoon, he opens his flat door to see
Justin standing there. Justin isn’t in the mood for small talk and asks Rob if
he has the report he asked for about contractors on the Estate. Rob admits that
he hasn’t started it yet, to which Justin replies that he’s sure that some of
the contractors are contactable (this is late Friday afternoon, don’t forget)
and he’d like to see something in an hour or so.
Justin leaves and there is another knock on Rob’s
door. This visitor is even less welcome, as it is Stefan, the Berrow Farm worker
who saw Rob blocking a culvert on the night of the flood and who Rob then paid
to go back to Eastern Europe. Stefan tells Rob he wants to talk and suggests
the pub might be more congenial. ‘Congenial’ Rob isn’t, and, in the pub, tells
Stefan that he never expected to see him again – that was the deal with the
money. Stefan suggests that there are a number of people who he is sure Rob
would not want to know about the money – Justin Elliott, the police and
suchlike. Stefan says that he has a business opportunity back home, but he
needs some start-up money. Not right away, of course: “I can wait a few days,
but I want that money, Rob.”
What else happened last week? The Kirsty/Tom/Baby
situation took another twist when Tom tells Helen about the baby. Helen thinks
that she might be able to discover what Kirsty is thinking – it’s time they had
a catch up anyway. Tom begs her not to tell Kirsty that she knows she is
pregnant and Helen says “Of course I won’t”. The two girls lunch at Grey gables
(Helen’s treat – I thought she was supposed to be borassic?) and the
conversation wanders from subject to subject, including a toast to “seeing the
back of Rob Titchener”, before Helen blows it by telling Kirsty that she knows
she’s pregnant. Kirsty realises that Tom must have told his sister and she
storms out. Well done Helen, you played a blinder there. Kirsty goes back to
work, where she asks Roy to give her a minute. She’s still angry that her
secret is gradually getting out but, as Roy points out, you cannot keep a pregnancy
secret forever.
Roy has his own troubles. On Sunday, Tracy is at
Susan’s (yes, they are looking at
photos) and she says she’s just popping down to The Bull to see if there’s
anybody interesting there. Susan says she can bring Roy back for lunch if she
likes. Roy is there, along with Johnny, who disappears when Tracy breezes in
and makes for Roy. She is keen to rekindle the passion of NYE, but he tells her
he’s not looking for anything serious. Tracy agrees; “We need to get to know
each other better” she says and, when invited to lunch, an alarmed Roy mutters
something about Phoebe cooking for him and makes a rapid escape.
Back at Ambridge View, Susan notices Roy’s absence
and suggests that maybe he isn’t interested? Tracy says, no, he’s just shy and
she’ll have to do all the chasing. “It’ll be a bit of a stretch for me [Ha!]
but I’m sure it will be worth it.” I’m sure I wasn’t the only man who felt a deep
pang of sympathy for Roy when Tracy tells her sister “I’ll crack him – in the
end.”
And now we come to the ‘storyline with the biggest
potential for disaster’. Freddie has failed his maths resit and is being
commiserated by Johnny. Freddie’s twin Lily finds him and asks him when is he
going to tell Elizabeth? He’s lucky, she says, as Liz is up to her eyes in work
at the moment and will even be away for a couple of days shortly. She and
Johnny think ‘why not throw a party at lower Loxley?’ To his credit, Freddie
isn’t too sure, but that’s probably because he hasn’t got any friends. Johnny
is all for it and tells Lily that he will help her organise it.
Let’s pause here and take stock. Will they tell
Elizabeth about the party? No, I don’t think so either. Freddie may have few
friends, but Lily’s got hundreds. Add to this the fact that Johnny’s got a gob
on him that Susan Carter might envy and the fact that they are bound to
advertise the party on Facebook, or whatever is today’s preferred social media
and do you see what I mean by ‘potential for disaster’? I envisage Lily driving
the shared car into the lake and loads of students sloping off with family
heirlooms. Of course, they could invite the younger Horrobins, which would mean
the lead being nicked from the roof as well.
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