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"That was the last thing I wanted!" |
Jim is still bitterly complaining, “If only Angela had asked first if I wanted any help! The last thing I wanted was for her to stand up for me! Gaynor and that lot will think I’m as bad as her – it’s not fair that I’m tarred with the same brush! She convinced everyone she was dying – I’m only trying to make an honest living.”
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"Her heart is in the right place" |
Eileen replies that Angela’s heart is in the right place,
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"Does she have a heart?" |
but he has serious doubts if she has a heart. “Perhaps you should reconsider before buying the mine,” she suggests,
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"I'm not giving into bullying!" |
but Jim is determined not to give in to bullying. “They might be right – do we really want to live next to a rubbish dump?” she asks, and he invites her over to the mine to see for herself; he can show her everything.
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"I have to take Huwi to the health visitor" |
Eileen makes up an excuse that she has to take Huwi to see the health visitor; “See you at lunchtime!” she says as she leaves.
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"That messy stall is still out there!" |
Gaynor visits Ed in the shop flat and complains that Iori’s messy stall is still out in the street; “I’m surprised he hasn’t been ordered to move.”
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"I'm going for a run first" |
Kelly was not expecting to see Gaynor, who is off on a head teachers’ course, but says she will have a run first.
“Would you mind putting this on the counter?” she enquires, showing them a petition against Jim’s plans to open a landfill site; “Hywel is doing an online petition.
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"I don't agree with you, Gaynor!" |
“The thing is, I don’t agree with you, Gaynor!” Kelly replies,
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"What? You want a landfill site here?" |
and Gaynor is amazed that she wants a landfill site here. “It could boost our trade – truck drivers stop for fry-ups, coffee, sausage baps – it could be a game-changer.”
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"My tolerance of bad smells is sky-high!" |
Gaynor raises the subject of pollution and the smell; “I live with Ed – so my tolerance of bad smells is sky-high!” is Kelly’s retort. No amount of persuasion by Gaynor and Ed can change her mind.
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"Bacon sarnies pay our bills!" |
“Bacon sarnies pay our bills – sorry, but our livelihood is more important, right?” she adds.
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Gwyneth sounds her horn |
Gwyneth is sitting on her motorbike outside Awyr Iach and impatiently sounding the horn;
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"It took half an hour to put this on" |
then DJ emerges, in his leathers, which took him half an hour to put on. “Come on, you're in safe hands with me, OK?” she assures him.
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"You're not really going with her?" |
His father happens to be passing, and remarks, “You’re not really going with her, are you?” DJ replies that he is not dressed for catching a bus, but Dai goes on, “You don’t know what she’ll do to you!”
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They speed away |
DJ gets on board and the motorcycle speeds away.
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Eileen has gone to see Angela |
Angela cannot believe that her mother has come to visit her in Swansea, and is sure that Jim must be furious; “Jim doesn’t know,” Eileen tells her,
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"I didn't want to pour more fuel on the fire" |
“I didn't want to pour more fuel on the fire after last night. I’m here because of that meeting – I was worried that Jim had upset you.”
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"I've just made matters worse!" |
Angela insists that she only wanted to help, but has in fact made matters worse; “Which planet was I on – thinking that barging into the meeting would be a good idea? I’m so stupid!” Eileen reassures her that there is nothing stupid about wanting her family back, and is surprised at the state of the house, considering that she moved in a few months ago.
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"No-one ever calls here" |
“Perhaps it’s time to unpack,” Angela admits, “But they’re only things – no-one ever calls here.” Eileen suggest that it would make the place less lonely, but Angela sighs, “A couple of vases and scatter cushions won’t make a difference, believe me. I don’t blame you – I’ve got no one to blame but myself – pretending I was ill was a terrible thing to do, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone.
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"I got the wrong kind of attention" |
“I just wanted attention – and I got it, but not the kind I wanted. And now everyone hates me – and I hate myself!”
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"I've never hated you" |
Eileen maintains that she has never hated her daughter,
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Angela's wish to hold Huwi is granted |
and then allows her to hold Huwi-John;
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"Hello, Huwi, I'm your sister" |
“Hello, Huwi, I’m your sister,” Angela tells him.
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"I forgot how much fun it was!" |
The motorbike stops in a country lane, and DJ describes it as fantastic; “I forgot how much fun it was – I’ve missed out on years of this!
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"Put your foot down this time!" |
“Put your foot down this time!” Gwyneth accelerates away.
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Eileen begins sorting out the house |
Eileen is unpacking and making the house look lived-in; “I can’t remember the last time someone looked after me like this!” Angela thanks her,
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"We'll tackle the kitchen next time" |
and Eileen says they will tackle the kitchen next time.
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"You should tell Jim" |
“You should tell Jim – we can’t sneak around for ever,” Angela warns, and her mother will think of something.
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"Would you like to come to the christening?" |
“I’m arranging a christening for Huwi on Christmas morning – would you like to come?”
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"Jim would be so angry!" |
Angela would love to, but Jim would be so angry; She is told, “Well, the chapel is open to everyone – anyone can walk in – you don’t need an official invitation. If you turned up, we couldn’t send you away. Right I’d better go, before he starts grumbling.”
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They seem to be reconciled . . . |
They hug,
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. . . and Eileen leaves for the journey home . . . |
and Eileen leaves with the pram;
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. . . but has forgotten her phone |
then Angela finds that her mother has left her phone behind.
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Gaynor takes a breather by the river |
Gaynor is energetically running and stops for a rest on the river bridge,
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A speeding motorcycle startles her |
just as a high-powered motorcycle hurtles past her. When it stops, she runs towards it, shouting, “Oi! You could cause an accident, speeding like that! You were going much too fast!”
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"You were probably running too slowly" |
DJ suggests that she was running too slowly, and she goes on, “Forcing that noise on everyone is not fun!”
Gaynor refuses the offer of a ride, which Gwyneth thinks is a shame;
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"You'd look very sexy in leathers!" |
“You’d look very sexy in leathers!” she laughs, and drives off.
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Dai is pacing up and down with worry |
Dai is becoming increasingly worried about DJ, and then Jim visits,
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"My name is dirt because of you!" |
complaining that his name is dirt because of Dai. “Not now!” Dai shouts,
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"DJ is probably lying in a gutter somewhere!" |
“DJ is probably lying between a hedge and a gutter somewhere! He’s on Gwyneth Jones’ motorbike – we’re talking about Gwyneth Jones here – who knows what she’s up to? If she can frame DJ for raping Sioned, she can do anything!
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Jim listens to Dai rabbiting on |
“I’ve told him and told him – but do you think he listens to his father?”
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Dai clutches his chest . . . |
After all this rage, Dai suddenly clutches his chest
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. . . and collapses into a conveniently placed chair |
and collapses into the armchair, groaning; Jim is very concerned.
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Gaynor's rather basic poster |
Gaynor has been printing some posters, and asks Ed if he will put them up around the village; he agrees,
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"Am I putting you in an awkward position?" |
but she realises she is putting him in an awkward position, and does not want to come between him and Kelly. He assures her that he is allowed to disagree with Kelly;
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"We respect each other's opinions" |
“She respects my opinion and I respect hers.”
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"I'd forgotten how exciting it can be" |
When the motorcyclists return to Bryntirion, DJ says he had forgotten how exciting it can be.
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Dai has by this time recovered |
Jim is helping Dai downstairs, and he is very pleased to see DJ back.
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He does not appreciate Gwyneth's jibes |
“What’s this, then? Making the most of an empty house?” jokes Gwyneth, “Don’t be embarrassed – you make a cute couple!” she goes on.
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"I must have been dehydrated" |
Dai points out that he was dehydrated, and is always being told by Diane to drink more water.
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"Anything could happen when you're with her!" |
“Anything could happen when you’re with her!” Dai growls, and he thanks Jim for looking after him. “I’m glad we’re friends, despite this Pwll Bach business.”
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"You're a bitter old man!" |
Jim makes it quite clear that nothing has changed; “You’ve turned half the village against me with your wooden spoon – you’re a bitter old man!” Again Dai accuses him of stealing the idea, and Jim informs him that next time he is ill, he will be on his own.
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"Lovers' tiff, is it?" |
“Lovers’ tiff, is it?” Gwyneth goads Dai, and when DJ stands up for her, Dai roars, “Are you defending this Jezebel?”
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"Do you remember what fun is?" |
DJ points out that today he has had some fun, and wonders if his father remembers what fun is.
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"He's just been upstairs with Jim!' |
“He’s just been upstairs with Jim!” comments Gwyneth, and will meet DJ later for a pint. “Don’t worry, Dai – I won’t say a word to Diane about you and your . . .”
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Kelly sees a poster . . . |
Kelly finds one of the posters in their flat, and asks who made it;
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. . . and is not complimentary about it |
“It’s a bit basic – ‘Keep the Countryside Safe’ – because you always take long country walks.” Ed points out that he thinks it is important;
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"So your doing Gaynor's dirty work!" |
“And so you’re doing Gaynor’s dirty work – I’m the opposition,” she reminds him.
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"What does you heart say, Kelly?" |
He asks what her heart says,
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"My heart says I really want the café to thrive" |
and she replies, “My heart says I really want the café to thrive.”
Jim comes in and asks Eileen how the trip to the health visitor went, and she lies that Huwi has put on weight,
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Eileen embroiders her 'health visitor' story |
but they were too busy to put it in the book. Jim advises that he did not go to Pwll Bach, as he had too much to sort out in the village;
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"I get told off everywhere I go" |
“I get told off everywhere I go.” Eileen reiterates her suggestion that he reconsiders, but he insists it is a wonderful investment.
“Turning the village against us is part of the deal?” queries Eileen, but he points out that people do not like change,
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"I would really value your support" |
and he is doing this for the family, including Huwi, and would really value her support,
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She says she will support him |
which she says she will give.
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Then the peace is shattered |
Then the peace is disturbed by the arrival of Angela, who has come to return her mother’s phone.
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"Mam left it in the shop, and Colin gave it to me" |
She makes up a story about Eileen leaving it in the shop, and Colin gave it to her. “What were you doing in the shop?
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"You have no reason to be in Cwmderi!" |
“You have no reason to be in Cwmderi!” Jim demands,
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Jim's suspicions grow |
and suspects that something is going on.
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"We can have a chat – just the three of us" |
Unexpectedly, he urges Angela to stay for a while; “Stay and have a cup of tea – and we can have a chat – just the three of us.”
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"Can you ask Dani to contact me?" |
In the Deri, Gaynor asks Dan to get Dani to call her, about the protest; Gwyneth is surprised to see her there, and is told that Gaynor is on a course.
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"A course in what – skiving?" |
“A course in what – skiving?” wonders DJ.
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"This is not like you, DJ!" |
Gaynor considers that this behaviour is unlike DJ, and he protests that she is worse than his father; she advises him to be careful,
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"Will you stop hassling me?" |
but he forcibly demands that she stop hassling him. Then he asks Gwyneth when they will be going again, but she appears to be playing hard to get,
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"Patience, DJ!" |
and urges him to have patience. “You’re like a child waiting for Santa.”
“Come on – what’s your game?” he demands of Angela, “You knew that I would suspect something when you brought the phone over – or perhaps you both wanted me to find out!”
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYEPyKfKmxwXCKfVUvjlShx9fh6c0zFwlGCxsLI58B5dF9SacL7arOPP1rUVBbFQo_1b8IEmBV_UoxcKXJ740-2V7y7F5DgAhJ13QgC-KFsTxDCwPjsl-5isqqcM332M4Li1v2etM-J8/s400/096.png) |
"Angela's heart-broken" |
Eileen admits it, and is sorry that she lied to him; “But Angela’s heart-broken.”
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"It's all my fault, Jim!" |
Angela is quick to point out that she has been putting pressure on her mother, but Eileen will not accept this; “No, it was my decision – you can shout and scream as much as you want, but I had to do this.”
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgduCKOwdgi76hgbG8-J3rOmeGXrsqFpDPIeuqVc5BaT_v_ARitpXPfCvybCmPz_2lMPlXwwKEs4kqte1qR0zVux_xqLRO3rnT3SwQyQBE5UI9XIozDClD2MYDm2mdm_IRCxQxkfFG1yuY/s400/098.png) |
"I''m not angry – I'm disappointed" |
Jim is not angry with her – but is disappointed;
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"There's nothing I can do to stop you" |
“If I had my way, I would never see her again, but I don’t want you sneaking around behind my back. So, if you insist on seeing her, there’s nothing I can do to stop you – but she only sees Huwi if you are there!”
Angela is only too willing to agree to this, but he points out, “This doesn’t mean that I trust you –
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgVn2g3LbjGFx3L4Ak67dVI25dJ-aQdCfnFgqWy-p2bw0aC8AnJ0IVjDvP2OWpoMpi0fA6ullDVtdfNFHOzlMSR4DN5-raxXFYuvsQ7POy-qs_Fh983y3btYhyH89lAjHtCaztz7YdgY8/s400/0102.png) |
"When it all turns sour, I'll be there for you" |
“and when it all eventually turns sour, as it will, I’ll be there for you, Eileen – I promise.”
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Ed provides evidence of his poster in the Deri . . . |
Ed puts up one of the posters in the Deri, and takes a photo of it with his phone, sending it to Gaynor.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjwP57praUZf2LHZbwYb1xmaFwZapQqssOg2d-VZsSgt6eshh7gI7AS_AqHyL6b-mSvoKa_gHboeMEXrKcTQPlr75IHWRBZ0U07_3rJ8ZSM_OfVXhUO-cswExlsxUzdj8XkeGBwJlrwJ4/s400/0104.png) |
. . . and sends it to Gaynor |
She smiles when she sees the photo, and replies with the comment, ‘Great’,
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She adds the faintly amorous 'xxx' to her reply |
then, after hesitating, adds ‘xxx’, and smiles broadly.
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