Well, clap clap clap to Gail for finally cottoning on. It's only taken her how many months? And what a nice touch with the heart-beat in the background as she realised (shock, horror) that even her own beloved son hates her so much that he would send her birthday cards signed as her dead serial-killer husband!! "Where", she'll ask herself, "did it all go so terribly wrong? Where? Where..."
Minus ten points to David, though, for being so sloppy. Caught out by a paper cut, of all things. How banal - how 'Coro'!

And as for Rita coming out of the closet - what a debacle! Poor old No-Nookie-Norris, all he wants is someone to share a shortbread now and then. Fancy the cheek of that hussy Helen suggesting a weekend in London (mind you, you could tell from the cut of her cardie that she was only after one thing)!