Two episodes, two stories. Thursday, the news we’ve dreaded. Deirdre dies, while sitting in the sun in Bev’s garden looking forward to coming home.
The actors had to go through their grief at the real life death of Anne Kirkbride in April without letting it show in their characters’ faces. Now, on our screens, they mourn the death of her character Deirdre. It was heartfelt.
Bluenose Corrie sees Bev handing Deirdre’s glasses to Ken as a bit contrived. That’s as may be, as Rita might say, but I saw it as a gift to viewers. Deirdre’s ‘specs’ were as important to us as they were to her. I’d like to see a shelf in the Barlow house with Deirdre’s eyewear over the decades lined up like a little shrine.
They gave us another little gift of history. A close up of a photograph not often shown on the Barlow sideboard – Albert Tatlock in his lollipop man uniform. Fifty-five years of fictional and real lives and deaths.
The other storyline this week was Cathy’s house. Monday, Roy and Carla walk into hoarding – the objects and the psychological minefield. Cathy is embarrassed by the stuff piled everywhere so, somewhere in her head, she knows this is not normal.
Her first explanation is an easy and obvious untruth: everything got out of hand after her husband died. Horsefeathers! That mountain of crap was there long before he died. Carla’s response is the polite one to make, as she bravely settles in a spot she cleared on a couch she managed to locate. I collect shoes, she says, would I throw out a pair? No, by heck. Laughing it off as if it’s normal, as if we all secretly have houses filled to the rafters.
What you really want to say is: you’re crazy as a bedbug and you probably have a fine collection of them too! Maybe that should be said right off the bat. It would get to the next line of hoarding defence faster – it’s mine, I do not have a problem, etc. As Roy finds out later, that will come anyway.
She’s a middle-of-the road-hoarder, I think. It’s not dirty or looking like vermin are running around unseen in it. But nothing is neatly arranged either, as if she’s preparing for potential sales. Those are two ends of the hoarding spectrum that I’ve seen.