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Yeah. Welcome to Ambridge on the couch. An in-depth look at the arches with me, Harriet Carmichael, Lucy Freeman, Jeff Thomas, Matt Rodriguez-Pain and James Everett. Now, before we make a start on your emails, are you putting your tea down? Yeah. Let's have a recap or just a really heavy pencil of what happened this week in Ambridge. We began the

week with Mick showing us all how to look guilty as hell despite not actually having done anything.

Keep dropping. That was my earring just fell out. Anyway, you shedding tones. Spontaneous. I am,

yeah. The police visited Shea Horville and despite Mick capering about yelling that Joy didn't have to answer any questions or let them in, she did both and it was fine.

After due consideration, a lot of eye rolling from us, the patient audience, they suddenly realised there was a solicitor in the village.

I mean, she's mute, but at least she's there.

And she's probably a specialist in protests and people who are a bit rubbish with security access cards.

Rochelle had her interview with Usha and she said she couldn't croissant her fellow protesters.

I thought that was very middle class protesting terminology, but then realised she was saying, grass on.

I don't know how Usha does it.

I'd have been in there for about seven minutes before I'd have got Rochelle by the throat against a cell wall, shouting at her for being such a short-sighted burke. Anyway, in a flash, Mick had found Rochelle somewhere to stay, namely with a total stranger who was seemingly blaze about to have any criminal fanatic living with him. Usha seemed up to speed with everything, despite not having done any work for the last 18 months,

but did keep referring to the fiasco at the repertoire as The Siege,

which was slightly grandiose for what was essentially an unsuccessful break-in that resulted in one offender being locked out entirely,

a minicab driver having

his buffet lunch interrupted in the big screen at Felperham Shopping Centre broadcasting the inside

of Saskia's pocket. Meanwhile, lecturers Lawrence were still lapping at Linda's ankles, but settled

for making snide comments about the catering rather than Linda's failure to put out. I mean, I am in no position

to criticise someone for making endless jokes about the Bridge Farm Pooh crisis, as I've had

weeks of material out of it, thank you very much scriptwriters, but as it's Lawrence, I'm going to.

Linda put him back in his box nicely, which was splendid, having revised the number of overseas

soldiers that fought for Britain,

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