Youngest Daughter (washing up in kitchen and listening to strains of the The Archers tune dying out): Nothing HAPPENED in that episode. Nothing HAPPENED, the WHOLE episode.
Me: Yes, it did. There was definitely a minor plot progression. Though I forget what it was.
Father: The farmer found out that he didn't have a tractor driver for the harvest.
Me: Ah yes, that was it.
(Disgusted silence from kitchen, then ...)
YD: Well, that's not exactly SOAP-worthy, is it?
|'Okay, so I'm not Clooney, but I'm still a STAR, right?'|
No, I am not a grandparent yet. Although I have just had a text from The Son saying, 'She's having some interesting pains. Will let you know if any developments.' She's a couple of days late now, so something has to happen soon. It's all very exciting.
Therefore, essentially, our lives are more interesting than a daily radio soap opera which has been broadcasting since broadcasting was possible. And it's not even 'labour' yet. Just pains.
Things haven't been quite the same in The Archers since Nigel leapt off the roof and went 'Aaaaaarrrggghhhhhhh' for a good minute or so. They made a big mistake with that, deviating from the usual 'Ruth and David have a row about a cow' or 'They're out of John Smith's at The Bull' storyline.
I will keep you informed about The Next Episode. And I'm talking babies. Not Ambridge.