Everyone has their breaking point, and it looks as though it’s finally Tyrone’s. On Monday, he is furious to learn that Kirsty failed to come clean to Dr Carter about her anger issues. To be honest, I’m not sure I’d be able to think straight in the presence of Dr Carter, either. In fact, I’d have that stethoscope listening to my chest in a heartbeat – even if I went to him about my knee.
Tyrone is keen to salvage the relationship, though goodness knows why. It’s not one that you can fix with a bit of sticking plaster. I’m not even sure that traction would do the job.
On Friday, it appears that Kirsty has gone for good, and Tyrone loses his temper with Chesney when he discovers Tina and Tommy talking about him.
The wa s te of space that is Ryan is given another opportunity to get off his backside on Mond ay, when St eve organises an acoustic night for him at a pub (earplugs at the ready. Notice he didn’t arrange it for the Rovers). Ryan, however, appears to have ulterior motives and later steals money from Michelle’s purse in order to fund his drug habit.
I suppose it’s too much to hope that he would use the money instead to buy a bigger sofa for his permanently prostrate body. The poor couch looks in need of medical attention every time he throws himself on it. Another excuse for a home visit from Dr Carter, I reckon. I adore Dr Carter, which is why anyone being ill is good news. When Emily throws Tracy out after she ruins Ernest’s dancing shoes, Tracy blames it on being ill. But she’s cried wolf too often and Ken refuses to take her in. On Friday, her condition worsens and she is diagnosed with a nasty kidney infection.
A re we going to see the locals queueing up to donate an organ? It’s unlikely anyone’s going to help Tracy out, but Steve turns up with some comforting words. Yes, really. Here we go again?