…in search of a raison d’être. What a total waste of reithions that was.
The only faint glimmer is that the reinvention of Menstruating Mia* as an eco-warrior yokelette might presage the departure of Kirsty. In a cardboard coffin, for choice.
*I hope the self-righteous little twerp is using a mooncup or period pants, but I rather doubt it.
See Shula, Elizabeth, Helen, Kate and Alice passim. Being vile preachy know-it-all adolescents happens to all young females in Ambridge or anywhere near it.
True, o Fish, now you come to mention it.
But must I now abandon all hope of Sinister Victoria having Kirsty whacked? Boo.
Oh, why? Mia isn’t going to save her, I don’t suppose.
I forgot Kirsty in that list, though she hadn’t grown out of it when she left adolescence any more than Kate ever has.
Just imagine Willyum going to Phelpersham to a decent chemist’s shop to purchase said items Gus
The warm fuzzy glow of his discomfort will give you pleasure for minutes…