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| Dai suspects there is an intruder . . . |
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| . . . but it is only Linda |
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| "I was lying on the beach in Copacabana" |
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| "A hospice is one possibility" |
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| "It wouldn't be fair on anyone" |
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| "I suppose you know best" |
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| She seems to be eager to receive what she ordered |
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| Vicky now has a lot of ironing to do |
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| "Do you want a sausage?" |
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| "No – I'm watching my figure" |
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| "I told you, I'm not going to this party!" |
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| "He didn't know about you" |
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| Gwyneth has just been revving up her bike . . . |
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| . . . much to the annoyance of Siôn |
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| "Why don't you cook tonight?" |
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| "You're up to something, aren't you?" |
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| Linda watches for the post to arrive |
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| "Right, sign here, please" |
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| "I'm off to work, Mam!" |
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| Linda shuts the door . . . |
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| . . . then opens the jiffy bag . . . |
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| . . . and looks at the bottle of pills |
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| Vicky has a day off |
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| Mark tries to find a clean cup |
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| "Mark, get Mam to sign this" |
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| Mark doubts if he will persuade her |
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| Gwyneth is, as usual, up to no good |
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| She adds some unknown substance to the whisky . . . |
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| . . . exhibiting a dastardly expression |
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| "I've already said I'm not going!" |
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| "It would mean so much to Ricky" |
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| "You remember Non, don't you?" |
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| Mark hands her a pen |
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| Josh puts on his 'special occasions' waistcoat |
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| Vicky has put up decorations |
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| "I haven't even sent him a card, Mark" |
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| "Hope you don't mind me gatecrashing" |
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| "I'll tell you where to put it in a minute!" |
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| Dai shouts across to Josh |
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| "Keep your hair on, Dai!" |
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| Any reference to Debbie is conspicuously absent |
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| "Give it time, Josh" |
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| Kelly records the happy occasion |
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| The nurse is about to leave |
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| "Been discussing the hospice?" |
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| Linda points out its advantages |
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| "Isn't there another solution?" |
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| "What did the nurse say?" |
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| DJ takes umbrage and stalks off |
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| "I hope you'll join us at the table" |
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| "I'll make myself something later" |
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| "I'd rather starve – she's probably done something to the food!" |
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| Debbie sits alone with the TV |
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| She is sent a picture of the happy gathering |
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| DJ makes carrot and coriander soup |
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| "Come and sit down a moment" |
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| "I was going to tell you tonight" |
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| He refuses to entertain the idea |
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| "It would be the best place for me" |
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| "I want to look after you, Mam" |
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| "Well, that was a disaster!" |
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| An embrace for Siôn's benefit |
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| "Where's the photo?" |
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| "This is the sort of thing to bring us results" |
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| "You've broken it!" |
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| "That witch watching us all the time!" |
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| "Your game is not going to work" |
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| He swigs down the doctored whisky |
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| "It will mean a radical change" |
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| "I'm willing to try my best" |
He tells her, “Listen, these next few weeks won’t be easy for anyone, especially for you, but if you stay here, we’ll be together. Families are supposed to stick together, aren’t they?”
Dai has just come in, and agrees with DJ; he just hopes she will not wake him up every morning.
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| "Don't wake me up every morning!" |
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| The party is going with a swing . . . |
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| . . . when Debbie appears |
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| "Your father's hilarious!" |
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| A smile even creeps across Debbie's face . . . |
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| . . . until Josh looks at her |
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| Linda looks at her tablets |
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| "That quiz programme will be on soon" |
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| She looks again at the tablets . . . |
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| . . . puts them in the top drawer . . . |
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| . . . and looks in the mirror |
















































































