It felt like a quieter week on Ramsay Street this week – either that or I’m having memory problems and I just can’t remember what happened. Let’s get on with rounding up what I can remember anyway…
Wendy and Andrew Are Feeling a Bit Awkward
Everyone seems glad to see Wendy return, but she’s finding the dynamic is a bit off between her and Andrew. She seems shocked and a bit put out that Andrew has moved a couple of things around in the kitchen and can do his laundry by himself. What was she expecting? To leave him for months and come home to find him knee-deep in pizza boxes and dirty pants? He might not be the most competent police officer in the world but he’s not a total muppet.
While Wendy is flailing around wondering where she fits in now, Andrew is panicking because he realises he might have thrown a biscuit tin away that contained a load of Wendy’s horrible homemade jewellery. Now, I know I was sticking up for him a minute ago, but why would he throw that away? He knows Wendy makes jewellery, and even a cursory glance would have confirmed that the tin was full of her jewellery and supplies. Worried about upsetting the already delicate balance between the two of them, Andrew enlists Byron, Aaron and Sadie to help him recreate all the jewellery he thinks he threw out.
Of course, it turns out that Wendy herself had given the jewellery away to her uni friends before she left. Still, it’s fortunate that they had the exact supplies they needed to recreate the entire collection, isn’t it? Wendy is touched by the gesture, so Andrew will be getting even more charcuterie board and afternoon delight combinations from now on – I’m sure Aaron can’t wait to hear all about it.
Cara Puts Remi in Danger
I was all for Cara setting up her own detective agency with Aaron after her recent sleuthing, but this week she proved that she should probably just stick to drinking coffee and falling off ladders.
Convinced that she can help to prove that Leo is innocent, Cara spies on the drug dealers Seb was involved with, parking her car immediately opposite to where they’re standing, holding her phone up to take photos and openly gawping at them. Did you think they weren’t going to be able to see you, Cara, you absolute hoof?
When Remi parks their car in the same spot, the drug dealer and her cronies come over to rough her up and steal her phone, thinking that it was her spying on them earlier, rather than Cara. Wendy comes along and is as much use as an ashtray on a motorbike, flapping around infuriatingly and not knowing what to do. Your husband is a police officer, Wendy. Maybe call him, or an ambulance?
The whole experience finally persuades Cara that maybe she’s no Poirot after all, so it looks like Leo will have to rely on someone else to prove his innocence. He’s probably breathing a massive sigh of relief.
Nobody Is Listening to Leo
On the subject of Leo, he is being very practical and wants to talk about what’s going to happen in the event that he goes to prison for murder. His court date has been set and his legal team is getting ready to defend him. Innocent people do go to prison for things they haven’t done, so it’s entirely sensible for him to want to iron out what’s going to happen to his daughter and his business should he find himself having to wear a T-shirt in that particular shade of green for a number of years.
The trouble is, nobody in his family wants to listen to him, in fact, they’re all outraged that he would even contemplate such a thing. I find this bizarre. It’s a very real possibility that he could end up in the slammer, so they need to talk about what to do with Abigail and the vineyard. Refusing to talk about it is not helping and is just making Leo more stressed. They all need to have a word with themselves and snap out of the major case of denial they all have.
Also, a note to Paul – yelling at the detective on the case probably isn’t going to help in any way, shape or form.
Darcy is DEFINITELY Up to No Good
Karl finds out that Darcy was fired from his last job, and so he goes to Darcy’s house to snoop around for evidence. He says that’s what he’s looking for anyway, although I don’t think he’d have been too upset if a prescription pad had fallen into his hand at the same time. Karl is vulnerable and going through some quite unpleasant drug withdrawal, so Darcy jumps on the opportunity to take advantage. He explains away his dismissal and persuades Karl to agree to let Darcy take on some of his hours at Eirini, in exchange for continuing to keep the secret of his painkiller addiction from Susan.
Karl almost confesses to Susan, but bottles it and continues to lie to her about his addiction. I understand there’s shame involved with addiction, but Karl should just tell her. It’s no “worse” than when Susan was buying all that expensive jewellery and hiding it from him – addiction can affect anyone.
I’m 100% convinced that Darcy is still a villain, especially since he’s cosying up to Chelsea, who is very definitely cast from the same evil mould as he is. I hope they don’t make us wait for too long to see what these two grifters are going to get up to together.
Max and Holly Finally Get Together
Max and Holly have been circling each other for weeks, probably months at this point, and now that Max is no longer in danger of being randomly kidnapped or set on fire, Holly thinks they’re on like Donkey Kong.
Despite them knowing that they’re into each other, they both start acting weird around each other and second guessing themselves, pretending their date isn’t really a date and being too casual about everything. Max also gets the impression that there’s something going on between Taye and Holly because he sees them having a bit of banter at the drinks van.
Finally though, Holly yells at Max that she doesn’t want to play games and the two of them instantly become revoltingly loved up, to the point that Max hangs around the drinks van on Holly’s first day. Why would you let your boyfriend hang around on your first day? Surely you want to appear professional? Even less professional is that the two of them get fruity on duty and end up closing the van up while they get down to it, and almost get sprung by Karl.
I do kind of like them together, mostly because Max is a dopey sweetheart very much in the same vein that Byron used to be before he cut his hair and went all serious on us, but are we just not mentioning that their parents dated? It still makes me feel a little bit icky.
A Few Random Notes
As usual, here are a few random notes I took while watching Neighbours this week:
- Krista is still being the most oblivious woman on the planet and keeps hanging round Leo like a bad smell.
- Holly wants to make a couple name happen. Hoyram? No.
- Why is Susan gardening in a blazer?
- I’m not sure Aaron needed that much information about Andrew and Wendy doing the honky tonk.
