Monday, Gail gets in the posh food for Carla’s pamper party. Thousand Island dressing – check, iceberg lettuce – check. It’s hard to believe that even Gail could argue that those classic culinary items of long ago would meet Carla’s standards of posh. But it was funny, if an easy joke. “Scotch eggs?” Bethany queries. “Extra tasty Scotch eggs,” Gail assures her.
I was looking forward to seeing the mini marshmallow and pineapple salad come out of the refrigerator. But sadly, in Tuesday’s episode, the party was cut short. Sarah Louise and her unending haunting by the ghost of annex-Callum put an end to the girly fun.
Wanting an excuse to get baby Harry and herself away from the house, Sarah held a thermometer over a steaming kettle. Look, I told you he had a temperature. They all took off for the hospital and left Carla sitting on the couch.
Welcome to the family
She probably was relieved. It looked gruesome. First, the Platt women bickering all around her while she’s got her feet in a foot-spa. Then, in full party mode, playing party games of awkward questions. Welcome to the family. This is your future.
It was probably best that this hideous pre-hen-night party was cut short. Carla might well have tried to commit harikari with a can of Vienna sausages had it continued much longer. At the very least, it probably would have caused her to cancel the wedding. Marrying Nick is one thing, calling the Platts your family is quite another. Devon is not far enough away.