Hi All,
Close your ears/eyes if you don't want to know this! Notnow - well, in Broadchurch the dad came up with an alibi for where he was but this then fell through and they proved he was lying. Eventually it turned out that he was shagging the Aussie blonde woman from the hotel. The daughter, Chloe, knew because she texted Aussie lady and told her that her dadneeded an alibi.
The police searched the dad's boat and found blood in it. Turned out that was Danny's blood and he had cut his foot a few weeks before.
Creepy psychic man was stalking the mum and eventually confronted her saying he had a message from Danny. She told him to do one, but then later she allowed him in and told her the message, which was not to look for the killer because it would upset her and that it was someone she was very close to. She then thought it was Mark (daddio) and confronted him. He then stormed out and went to the beach to meet Aussie lady. Wifey followed him and saw them together so now she knows that he's been having an affair.
Strange caravan woman is cooperating with the police but just about. Mark says his fingerprints were at the cottage where they think Danny was killed because he did a job up there on a burst pipe a few weeks before. But when they check with strange caravan lady she says that he didn't. Mark says she is lying. (Although we don't trust strange caravan lady because she had what we think is Danny's skateboard in her cupboard.)
Mr Inspector Man arranged to meet his doctor and it would seem he has an illness which it seems might be life-threatening.
I think that's the main gist. Phew!
Caipirinhas - holiday sounds great! Hope you have a wonderful time. 
Oh and ERTD is Evil Red Tide of Doom = AF. It's what everyone uses on the Just Shagging thread - sorry I thought it was general MN speak.
The writing isn't happening as much at the moment because of work, but I'm going to pick it up again over the next few days. I've written two chapters of another novel - I just need to get the momentum going again. I make notes everywhere and then eventually they become an idea and then a bit further on I start to write them up somehow. It's like a massive jigsaw puzzle for me and one that I'll probably be doing for years! I like writing short stories too, so I do those from time to time. I find them quite neat and tidy, whereas working on a novel can feel quite unwieldy at times.
I've had a beast of a day today. Stoopid decisions by stoopid people. 
It's all a bit wearing TBH.
Oh and DH has to go back to GP again before we can be properly referred. Again, stoopid . . .