The Irish Mail on Sunday - TV Week - - SEVEN DAYS -

No­body ever grieves for that long, do they? John is barely cold in the g round a nd al­ready Moira is look­ing to pas­tures new.

On Mon­day, de­spite her at­tempts to get Alex and Vic­to­ria back to­gether, she strug­gles with her own feel­ings for the young man. And the rea­son for this hot flush? He’s drip­ping wet af­ter pour­ing a pint of beer over him­self.

No, it’s not ex­actly a Mr Darcy emerg­ing from the lake mo­ment, but you have to be grate­ful for small mer­cies in this vil­lage.

On Tues­day, Alex moves in for a kiss, but he is left em­bar­rassed when Moira laughs it off. On Thurs­day, it’s ob­vi­ous she is con­tin­u­ing to strug­gle with her feel­ings, and when Alex calls it off for good with Vic­to­ria, it can only be a mat­ter of time be­fore Moira sur­ren­ders. It’s grief ther­apy of a sort, I sup­pose.

There’s also pas­sion brew­ing in a kiss be­tween Mar­lon and Lau­rel on Fri­day. I pre­sume that she’ll be stand­ing on a box when their lips meet.

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