Christ, Shula really is thick as two short ones, isn't she? "Talk to me, oh, talk to me!', then flounces off to call Kenton (that well-known reservoir of wisdom) rather than, er, listen to her husband. Pity poor Oliver if he does end up with that pious slug - I imagine that would be a particular version of hell after fun-luvvin' Caroline.
Really disliking Joe and the Grundy machinations at the moment. Have they always been presented as these low-browed, low-intellect, crafty schemers and skivers, or has it got worse?