Gail pops round as Audrey is painting Marc/Marcia's nails. Audrey tries to hide him/her and, as he tries to escape the kitchen, he triggers the classic comedy escape routine of pulling off the door handle.
As they have no choice but to let Gail in, Marc pulls off his wig and hides his make-up in cake, straight from the Mrs Doubtfire textbook. His dress choice may be in dispute but his taste in films is not.
Leanne goes to he Stella to talk about how she's struggling to accept her as her mam. Stella promises to try and back off and does so by immediately offering her a drink. Stella is beginning to fit in with sound Corrie logic like that.
Amber pitches up at the Websters for a night out with Soph-eh and Sian and something about "showing off her lollipops". Whatever that means. Nothing else happens here. Waste of time, really.
Lloyd is worried when Cheryl tells him about Chris. Stella's fella asks why and Lloyd spills the beans on Chris' penchant for smacking women. "I don't joke about things like this," says Lloyd. I'm going to be honest, I might so, yeah, you might want to watch for that. We can't all be as morally sound as Craig Charles, you know.
Cheryl finds Chris trying to see Russ and, after a frantic exchange in which precisely nothing of note is said, Chris blerts out that he is dying. A conversations stopper if ever there was one.
Inside the flat, Chris explains what's been going on and how he's been to the doctors. Revealing that he might have a brain tumour. Yes, a brain tumour. Yeah, YOU try and make a cheap gag out of that... I'm not. I'm with Lister on this.
Gail, meanwhile, begins her trial by being her utterly repulsive, pushy and intolerable self. Places that serve food should not employ people who turn your stomach with minimum effort. Especially when there is a food critic in the place. Helps if you don't drop your nail in their dinner, too. All of which Gail excels at.
Nick eventually sees sense and sacks Gail. Hopefully his next move will be to tie up her in a flipping sack and throw it in the Red Reck.
Stella and Leanne continue to have a heart-to-heart talking about soppy stuff like babies, toys, dreams and crying and stuff, culminating in Stella singing 'row, row row your boat'. It was all quite touching, if you like that sort of thing. I thought it was boring.
Cheryl comforts Chris and tells him he has to tell Maria. After a bit of persuading, Maria lets him in. She shares her concerns with Chris that she is now doubting if Chris has changed from being a wife-beater, not giving him a chance to get a word in about his brain tumour.
After she kicks him out, Chris reveals to her about the possibility of his tumour and then dumps her. Maria starts crying as he walks out. Selfish woman. Like Chris said, it's all 'me, me, me' with that one. Not even he's moaning that much and he has a bloody brain tumour!
Anyway, that was that for Monday. See thee on Thursday!
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