....and I certainly never needed to stoop to double-entendres like that to make a living

better get cracking Sam, the vicar's gal is on your case now.

If I were plotting this one the real Laura would turn up at Brookfield whilst Ruth was away and would sweep Dave off his feet. Phil would die of appoplexy and Jill would bake a cake. The kids would go into care then be fostered by Caro and Olly.