Helen George is one of those lucky lasses who positively blossom when pregnant. I don’t think she’s looked better.
I’m playing spot da hide de bump. My favourite cover so far was the whacking great teapot with the voluminous knitted cosy just in front of said bump.
I felt for Phyllis. I am about her age and have a bit put by. I wish I’d have had more disposable income in my youth. I think her initial tears were of regret. (I wouldn’t have been so thrifty and pulled back on life’s experiences if I’d have known this was going to land in my lap sort of thing)
And her tears for Lucille were (as was said above) more of a different regret. Her luck v Lucille’s misfortune.
I think Phyllis has lived the life she might have wanted through some of the young uns and their losses will remind her of her lost dreams or experiences.
I think Phyllis knows great sorrow.
And I also think she’s marvellous.
Although not so marvellous as Timmy and his humphing of the man and the chair up the stairs.
The camera panned away before his breeks split and turned green. And sported a more dishevelled hairstyle than his dad.