O God...the wine..copious amounts of it. And I bet it's never Chateau Plonkot either-only a naice Merlot, dahling, to be taken in front of a roaring farmhouse fire, naturally. And the cat-Mephisto-why can't it just be Puss, or Moggy, or something? Pretentious crap..arggh.
And as for relaxation, of course Saintly Sister cannot be expected to slob out at the end if the day in front of Corrie-oh no-she has to sing in a choir. A bloody Cathedral choir, mind you..not your common old community acapella one that meets in the workmen's hall. Perish the thought!
I get the impression, best, that the other triplet is the black sheep and best forgotten. He's obviously escaped the fold of the (rather weirdly oppressive Imo) family. What with the busybodying perfection that is/was the Mother, the irascible tyrant that is the Father, the downtrodden new and much younger Stepmum, flop-haired, painterly, emotionless Simon and his vapid, violet-eyed girlfriend, and finally the bereaved Saintly Sister, Black Sheep Brother is the lucky one. And we mustn't forget the dying friend, the traumatised lodger and the tortured Rev, and the dying husband.
Ooh I love a Serrailer book