“Hi, George. It’s me. I’ve got a bit of a cold. Could be flu, actually.” Those were the last ordinary words I spoke before everything in my life started falling apart. I was curled up on the sofa…

"Hi, George. It's me. I've got a bit of a cold. Could be flu, actually." Those were the last ordinary words I spoke before everything in my life started falling apart. I was curled up on the sofa...

Hi George. It’s me. I’ve got a bit of a cold. Could be flu, actually.

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Either way, I feel dog rough, so I won’t be in today. I hate to let you down, but yeah. Sorry. Hi Lucy, I was thinking, do you fancy watching a film tonight?

Nothing too taxing, maybe a rom-com or something. Yeah, sounds good. Oh, great. I’ll bring some ice cream over from Speed Dales.

And I’ll get popcorn. Feet up, bras off, pajamas on. Sorted. Uh, listen, actually, I wanted to ask you a quick question.

Yeah? It’s about our Sam. Right. With him being ill and everything, well, I don’t think it’s just exam pressure.

I think it could be something else. Maybe. To be honest, I see teenage boys every day and I don’t have a clue what goes on in their heads. Well, yeah.

Trying to get him to open up is like banging your head against a brick wall. He’ll come and talk to you if he needs to. Trust me. Yeah, yeah, you’re right, I suppose.

Right, I’ll see you later. There you go. You look gorgeous. I don’t look gorgeous.

You do. But it’s a funeral. I know, I just meant your suit looks lovely. Do you not think it needs cleaning?

No, no. Yeah, it does. Ken, the dry cleaners on Inkerman Street are rather good. Well, it’s not till Thursday, so I’ve got time.

And if you can’t find your tie, help yourself to one from my wardrobe. Oh, thanks, Ken. Do you fancy a brew? Oh, yes, please.

Here she is, the dirty stop out. What time did you roll in? It wasn’t that late. Yeah, it was.

It was. Didn’t disturb you, did I? Not at all. So, come on.

What? Come on, give us all the juicy details. There’s nothing to say. Oh, Amy, I brought you up better than that.

Okay. Well, as far as first dates go, it was yeah. Right, well, I’ll stick the kettle on, then. How come you’ve been lumbered with him?

Well, I could leave him on, but I don’t really want him all alone at home in his condition. Aw, you should have all dogs in there, turn it into a dog cafe. Ooh, that’d give me PTSD, that. Used to work in a kennel.

Did you? Yeah, in a past life. I died in the French Revolution. You know, I think some people might actually moan about having him in there, especially behind the counter.

Oh, well, let them moan. I don’t care. Revolutionary everywhere today. See you.

Oi! What do you think you’re doing? What, Adam? That’s what.

Good boy. Come on. Jodie, there are gardens over there, and you’re letting him pee all over my car. Well, it’s not exactly made of snow, is it?

It won’t melt. It’s new. So? You keep letting him do his business all over the street.

I never see you clean up after him. I’m sorry that the teeny weeny little dog that peed on your tire has not caused any damage, has it? Come on, should we get you back inside? Come on then.

I’ll wash up. It’s the principle. Come on, don’t be late. Here you go.

Thank you. Uh, Ken was going to lend me one of his, but uh, well, I mean, he doubts a funeral’s not appropriate. Since she’ll put you in a, ah, but you still want to look the part and do him proud though. Yeah, thanks, mate.

No, no, it’s all right. I can manage. Uh, Steve just popped round to borrow a tie for his dad’s funeral. Oh, sorry.

I, oh, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. Listen, what’s all this I hear about last night’s date? You making moves on my daughter.

Oh, no, no, no. It’s all above board. Uh, I was only pulling your leg. Listen, I don’t know what you’re getting up to.

I do not want to know. But whatever it is, you put a smile on her face, so you have my blessing. So, any plans for another date? Date?

Ah, come on, you know what I mean. We’re just enjoying spending time together, that’s all. Okay. I am taking her to Speed Dales tonight though.

So, shall we buy matching suits? What, for the wedding? Yeah, probably. Is that hygienic?

That is a he, and he’s cleaner than most. Yeah, I know, but some people might not want to have dog hair in the cappuccinos. Well, it wouldn’t kill him, would it? No, but like, I mean, isn’t there a law against having dogs in cafes?

He’s my assistant’s dog. Oh, okay. You have a lovely rest of your day now, won’t you? No, I won’t.

Thank you. Yes, mate. Hey, hey, yo. How you doing, Cokka?

Sound, yeah. Uh, do you want anything? Take it you’ve not just come in for a social. Uh, steak pie, chips and gravy, please, love.

Oh, all right. All right, mate. Oh. Sorry this morning.

Oh, yeah, sorry I didn’t say it to chat, Cokka. I put that for a job. You’ve been sleeping in your van again? No.

Talk to me. Okay, so me and Todd. Had a row. What, and it was that bad that you slept in your van?

He’s going off his head about not having any money. Oh, come on, mate. Don’t fall out about money. You’re supposed to be a team.

We’re Man United. No, well, um, we’ll get back on track. Hopefully. Hi.

Hi. I didn’t know you were on tonight. No, I’m not. I’m just trying to uh, oh.

Ollie. Well, I best jump in the shower. Yeah. Ollie.

Hm? Well, I just wanted to say sorry for last night. That’s fine. No, it’s not.

I didn’t mean to chuck beer all over Amy. It was an accident, honest. It’s forgotten. Cheers.

Oi. Come here. No. Right, what have I done now?

Nothing. Listen. That boy wants you. No, he don’t.

Yes, he does. And all you need to do is remind him what he’s missing. He’s getting ready to go to speed dating. I’ll mind Frankie.

You go and get dressed up. Sensationally drop dead dressed up. You show him. Right.

And I thought you didn’t like the idea of us together. I was wrong. And there was a lot going on. Now, go and get ready.

I don’t know. I’ve been stung too many times by fellas. I can vouch for Ollie. He won’t do you wrong.

Now, go. Uh, we don’t get mad busy till later. After I take over. Yeah, sorry.

Oh, I’ll get my own back. Thankfully, it’s sundown now, so I can eat. Um, should we take table seven? Yeah, yeah, cool.

After you. So, whose idea was it to have back-to-back meetings all day? Yours. I thought you booked the last two.

You’re dragging me under your bus. Yeah, this is a joint enterprise, remember? So, I’ve just heard back from Jenna Mackie. Fabian’s star client?

Jenna Mackie? Oh, how many Jenna Mackies do you know? Fifteen. Well, this particular Jenna Mackie is considering severing ties with Fabian, so I put a little feeler out, and she’s considering it.

Nice. You know, it’s shaping up to be a pretty good year. Touch wood. Best since I’ve had the office.

So, how would you feel about getting away for a little bit? On holiday? Yeah, somewhere hot by the sea. Oh, but can we afford to, time-wise, I mean?

We don’t want to spend all our lives working in the office, do we? I suppose not. There’s no point in only resting when we’re dead. Hope that’s not Mikey changing her mind, is it?

No. No. It’s nothing. Holiday, yeah.

Let’s start planning. Right, can I get you some drinks? Uh, yeah, one orange, one lemonade, please. Okay.

I just, it wouldn’t work. I couldn’t get it to work. I lost it. I just spent all day cleaning this up, and then I just wanted something to eat.

It’s all right. It’s all right. Look, I know you’re not. Yeah.

Theo told me. You seen him? Oh, yeah, he gave me his key, asked me to get some stuff. How is he?

I’m trying to get a hold of him, but he won’t answer my messages. Yeah, he’s not great, either. He didn’t come home at all last night. He slept in his van.

Um, how’s it come to this? How have we, I, me, how have I? Do you think there’s any chance that we can get this sorted? That me and him could be okay again.

Well, if you both actually want it. Then yeah. No way. So, worst dates, then.

Go on. Um, worst dates. Um, I’ve had a few. Can I get you anything else?

My husband? Oh, he’s not stood you up, has he? He said he’s got an emergency repair, apparently. Oh, well, I’m sure he’ll turn up soon.

Hopefully. Yeah, so I’m waiting for her outside this burger bar in Hull. And meanwhile, she’s inside filming me with all her mates. No.

Yeah, it’s cruel, I’ll tell you. Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet, though. Talk to me. Where are we off to?

Town. Have a ball. Cheers. Oh, he’s there.

Yeah, I know he’s there. Leaving me with flaming Barlow. Aw, you two look gorgeous. Table for two, is it?

Uh, yeah, why not? Okay. Well, you know what? Sit where you like, actually.

I was aiming to be able to take your order, but I have actually done my shift for today, so I am going. Enjoy. What? They are not on a date.

Please tell me they are not on a date. Beth. I’m not ready. I can’t leave them.

Let’s go. I can’t just leave. If we leave, they’ll know it’s because of her. Then we are going to stay for a drink.

Give us a menu. She keeps staring at you. Oh. Okay.

Sorry, it’s just I’ve never seen her, or both of them, dressed up. Right. Is he still looking? Yep, he is looking at you.

No, this is stupid. We’re going into town. Right, okay. Okay, Lou first.

Look cool. Don’t I always look cool? You do. Cool.

‘Cause I don’t want to die. So. Right, celebrate with a drink. In the Rovers?

Uh, no. You go there. I’ve got some stuff to do. Oh, yeah?

Okay. See you later. Bye. Bye.

It’s my car, what’s so funny? I think the poo fairies made it their home. I don’t want to see or speak to you. Leave me alone.

Yeah, yeah, hang on. Hello? Leanne? No, she’s not back yet.

Will, are you still there? Oh. Thought I lost you. Are you still alone?

Good. I’ve been thinking about you all day. Thinking about us. Being alone, no one else there in a field, just the two of us.

Oh, sorry. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Oh. Sorry, Daniel.

Sorry. Sorry. No, no. It’s well, I suppose it could have been worse, couldn’t it?

Yeah. Right, I’ll let us just finish off getting ready and we’ll sit that film on, yeah? Great, yeah. On the lash, are we?

There’s me thinking you were babysitting Frankie. It’s just the one glass, and Suzy is giving Frankie a makeover. It’s nice having a wee lad running around the place, isn’t it? Oh, I don’t go calling yourself that.

Oh, haha. It is lovely. It’s taking me right back to you being his age. Although, to be honest, things weren’t as easy then with you and your brother.

Why is that? Ah, the wanderer returns. He’s asking for you. She’s rushed off her feet.

I was surprised to see you back. What happened on the hot date? I turned tepid. Right.

Yeah, there was a miscommunication between us, and it kind of just fizzled out. Ah, well. Who knows? Maybe I can make amends.

Or maybe you shouldn’t be dancing to her tune. Girls like that have fellas like you under their thumb. And you know, she strikes me as the sort of girl that you could be chasing around forever, but you’d never be happy. Mhm.

Unlike Lauren, for example, who is wonderful. You have her phone number, don’t you? Lauren, yeah. But you wouldn’t ever text her for me, would you?

Tell her that all’s well with Frankie. He’s a little stir. What’s with all the love for Lauren all of a sudden? I was wrong about her.

I had my wires all crossed. And you know, when you consider all that that poor girl has been through, it’s amazing she’s turned out so well. Where’s the scissors? Scissors?

Yeah, Frankie could do with a good trim. Ah, no. No, no, no. No, not too short.

Just so he can see his eye makeup. No. Susie, no. No.

I need you to give me those scissors. Susie. Look, who is it? I’ll text Theo.

It’s all right. All right. I’ll leave you to it. Thanks, Paula.

Look after each other, yeah? Do you want a drink or anything? Garry said you want to talk. Yeah, maybe we should sit down.

All right, yeah. Thanks. Okay. I just, I don’t know.

I’m sorry for everything that’s gone on. Are you? Yes. But are you not sorry?

Yeah. Okay, look, well, I don’t know what else to say, all right? We can’t just keep going on like this, like fighting, forgiving, patching things up, and then it all just kicks off all over again. Going round and round and round.

Oh, no. I know you’re right. It was, it’s not right. Should knock it on the head.

Knock it on the head? Yeah, finish it. Whatever. Oh, come on.

We both know it’s over. Every nice moment we’ve had has been ruined with a fight. Hasn’t it? Christmas, our engagement, Debbie’s wedding, my birthday.

I’m not happy. And you’re not happy. And all anybody wants is to be happy, isn’t it? Yeah.

Do you want to say anything? I don’t know what you want me to say. Look, you’ll be fine. You’ll get over me.

It was, it won’t. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.

Goodbye, Toddles.