Cwmderi Diary 2015: 22 May 2015

"The boss has given you the afternoon off"

In the Deri, Sioned urges Ed, “You don’t have to go on the taxis – the boss has given you the afternoon off,” but he has to take someone to Carmarthen Station. When he goes, Sioned sees Garry at the bar, and is pleased when he says,

Sioned is pleased to hear there is a job coming

“If you’re kicking your heels next week, you can probably help me.” She eagerly asks when he needs her.

"I've moved back in!"

Ffion is surprised when she arrives home and Jinx follows her in; “I’ve moved back in,” he announces, “Is it all right to sleep in the spare bedroom?”

Ffion furiously replies, “You can’t! You’ve got a room at the salon flat!” He goes on to tell her that, according to his solicitor, he could get full custody of Arwen,

"You put my name on Arwen's birth certificate"

and that it is all thanks to Ffion, for putting his name on Arwen’s birth certificate. Disgusted, she leaves, as Jinx comments, “There’s no place like home, is there?”

Colin is apparently doing some "Pilates"

At Bryntirion, Colin is lying on the floor, raising and lowering his legs as instructed by Diane. As Dai walks in for his lunch, he exclaims,

"Crikey Moses!"

“Crikey Moses! Some of us have done a morning’s work! What are you doing here with my wife?” He also demands what he is supposed to do for lunch,

"You know where the tin-opener is!"

and Diane tells him that he knows where the tin-opener is.

Then Debbie arrives, and Dai invites her to, “Join the lentil and green tea brigade!”

Debbie is rather amused

Debbie laughs, as Colin tries to explain that he came to borrow Diane’s Pilates CD. She says she ought to send a picture to the Western Post – “Local councillor in rough and tumble!”

She has come as she has been thinking of ways to improve the village; “Have you seen the state of the pavements? The road behind the café is full of holes.”

"No, that's the County Council's responsibility"

Diane tries to tell her that such things are the responsibility of the County Council, and they have no money. “It’s frustrating being on the local council – you don’t get a word of thanks, there’s long hours, lots of meeting and you don’t get a penny!”

Dai simply describes councillors as “power-hungry,” and then addresses Debbie;

"Now, if you don't mind, get out!"

“Now, if you don’t mind, get out! I’m starving!”

DJ does not look 100%

DJ is feeling under the weather with a terrible headache, but it is not caused by drinking, as he assures Cadno, when she comes in, complaining.

Cadno is in a real mood today

“Oh, poor you!” she remarks, “Maybe you should go up for a cwtch with Auntie Marian.”

“I would have more fun with her than with you – you’re so moody!” DJ replies,

"If you did a decent job of repairing the fence . . ."

but she accuses him of botching a fence repair, so that a cow has injured its leg.

"It's going to cost a fortune!"

“I have to phone the vet now, and it’s going to cost a fortune!” she moans

Cuddly toy, called Sid, for the baby

Hywel has bought Sheryl some flowers, and as they enter the Deri, he tells her, “It’s not very romantic – imagine it’s the Ritz!

"I want you to relax, Miss Hughes"

“I want you to relax from now on, Miss Hughes. It’s time we thought about a car seat and a pram.”

When he shows Sheryl a suitable one, she remarks, “Look at the price!” but he insists, “Only the best for our little baby!” She looks quite pleased.

"I have to concentrate on Arwen"

Ffion visits Gethin at the garage, where he is busy servicing two cars; “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to give me some time – I have to concentrate on Arwen!” she tells him.

"We will get through this together"

Gethin reminds her that it is early days and that they will get through things together

"No, I have to do this my way!"

“No, I have to do this my way,” she continues, “Val was right – I put myself before Arwen! If we hadn’t been together last Friday, this wouldn’t have happened. Arwen is important now – it’s over, Geth!” As she turns and leaves, Gethin is puzzled.

Hywel is pampering Sheryl

Hywel hands Sheryl an envelope, containing a voucher for a massage and afternoon tea; he will accompany her, but not for the massage.

"Here is the manifesto I have prepared"

Over by the bar, Debbie approaches Diane with a manifesto she has prepared, detailing leisure facilities, education, roads and bus timetables, which she says need improving.

Diane tells her that the County Council deal with those, but Debbie goes on, “There’s no sense in the last bus leaving Swansea at 10:30pm on a Saturday!”

"You usually get kicked out before then!"

Mark comments, “You usually get kicked out before then!”

Debbie maintains that if she and Diane were to co-operate . . . and then Dai interrupts,

Dai has to "put his oar in"

“You don’t know the meaning of the word! Why do you women have to keep interfering in men’s business?”

"I think you'd make a good councillor!"

This infuriates Diane, so she has a sudden change of heart; “I think you’d make a good councillor!” she tells Debbie.

"I've had an order for a quad bike"

Sioned, eager for more work, goes to Garry’s flat and asks, “Is this a big job, then?” Garry tells her that it could be, and will be a chance for her to prove herself. “I’ve had an order for a quad bike,” he says, but when he adds, “From Penrhewl Farm,”

"Any other farm but Penrhewl!"

Sioned’s expression changes. “No, I can’t! Any other farm but Penrhewl!”

"I could make life very, very difficult for you!"

“I give the orders – that’s what I expect you to do!” orders Garry, with a menacing tone, “I put Dani though a lot because of you – now I expect you to co-operate. Are you refusing? I could make life very, very difficult for you!”

"Here's the bill for the MOT"

Later, as Sioned and Ed are relaxing in their flat, Garry appears with a bill for an MOT. “Everything has to be legit,” he tells them,

"Three hundred pounds?"

and Ed is aghast when he sees the bill is for £300. “MOT and four new tyres,” says Garry, “Without them it wouldn’t pass the MOT, and I didn’t think you’d want to take risks with the police!” When Ed protests that they cannot afford it, Garry has a suggestion;

Sioned knows exactly what sort of understanding"

“I’m sure we can come to some sort of understanding.”

Hywel, going up in Sheryl's estimation

Hywel has gone to the bar when Ffion dashes in to speak to him; “You have to tell Jinx he can’t move back into the flat!” However, Hywel insists that it is nothing to do with him (mainly to impress Sheryl, who is watching), and Ffion leaves in a temper,

Sheryl allows herself a self-satisfied smirk

while Sheryl again looks very pleased with herself.

Sioned catches DJ reclining

Sioned arrives at Penrhewl on the pretext of visiting Marian, and while talking to DJ, who is reclining on the sofa, looks around the room. DJ complains that he cannot do anything right; “Cadno jumps down my throat when I say anything!”

Cadno comes in, bewailing the fact that she will not be able to afford a holiday;

"Over £400, and you're paying your share!"

“Do you know how much I had to pay for painkilling injections? Over £400, and you’re going to pay your share,” she tells DJ.

"Are you an expert on insurance?"

Sioned says she thought that is what they paid insurance for.

Aha! That is where the keys are kept

As Cadno storms out, Sioned notices several keys on hooks by the door.

There is only one way to get Debbie off the council . . .

It appears that Debbie has already been co-opted on to the council, as Dai, sitting outside the Deri, tells Mark and Colin the only way to get her off it is to force an election.

. . . but Colin looks somewhat taken aback to hear he is the candidate

He decides that Colin would be a suitable candidate, but Mark simply smirks.

Hywel and Sheryl appear to be settling down

Inside, Sheryl apologises to Hywel for giving him a hard time, but he is glad that now they understand each other. However, when she asks him to sign the divorce papers, his answer is,

"We can't discuss that over the weekend"

“We can’t discuss that over the weekend – this is our weekend!”

DJ must have improved, as he is talking to Sioned at the bar; “Cadno has no right to treat me like that – I do my best! She and the farm can go to hell!”

"Did you have any other choice?"

Sioned speaks to Garry, and tells him that she has reconsidered; “Did you have any other choice?” he gloats, “I knew you had enough sense to agree!”

"Have you thought of the effect this will have on Arwen?"

In the flat, Ffion asks Jinx, “Have you thought of the effect this will have on Arwen? Is dragging her through the courts what you want? I thought we’d agreed she needs stability.” Jinx insists that he can offer her that.

"But I'm her mother!"

“But I’m her mother! I’ve given that little girl everything! I pay the bills and bring wages in each month.”

“And hit the bottle every time something goes wrong!” snarls Jinx,

Jinx again raises Ffion's drinking

and as Gethin comes in, he continues, “Do you want me to check behind the cupboard in the bathroom, under your bed, and where was your other favourite place? Yes, your handbag!”

He tells Gethin, “The Vodka in her water bottle helped her face the kids at school. Good luck, Geth, you’ve got all this ahead of you! All the games, the lying – don’t believe a word she says.”

"You're no angel, either!"

Ffion points out, “You’re no angel either; if Sabrina hadn’t saved you, you’d be in a doorway, snorting drugs!”

"Throwing accusations won't help!"

Gethin tells them that throwing accusations around will not help, and stresses to Ffion, “I’m not leaving you!”

Jinx laughs, “Arguing already? That’s great news for Arwen! You’re not fit to bring her up.”

Ffion emphasises that she and Gethin are not together any more; “Please let’s sort this without going through the courts!”

Gethin realises, “So you finished with me because of him?”

Ffion prevent them coming to blows

and Jinx taunts him, “Yes, what are you going to do about it, you little coward?” With Ffion separating them, they continue to hurl insults; “No wonder you can’t see your son – you’re a liability, mate!” shouts Jinx.

“At least, I’m a father – not Arwen’s mother’s cousin!” is the response.