Last week’s episodes near finished me off. Been a while since I cried at a soap. And it wasn’t just once. Well done for making me reach for a mimosa this morning, I needed a weep after this week.
The new boss loves a pa shitty internal message. Here’s mine. Stop being a Meena.
Oh Marlon. You and your little note. And your tear. And the hopeless look in your eyes. You deserve an award at some point this year, really nicely and sensitively acted. You broke this dour, overworked heart.
On a less miserable note, who invented waterfall cardigans in the first place?