Paul is here. He appears out of breath. He appears to be Rupert Murdochesque, on a small scale, insisting on an interview on something or other for I assume his newspaper, or for Paultel.
I don't understand what the problem is with Susan and Karl but I have to say I am fairly not interested in the third major bust up of their Neighbours tenure. It's hard to know what incarnation of their family unit they'd be most likely to put on display, there must be a hundred. At least they still have that mental family portrait on display above the fireplace.
Toady's name is actually spelt J-a-r-r-o-d.
I really should look at the website or something to get some appropriate background to figure out why Karl and Susan have split up this time, but I'm worried I might get bored.
Then it ended. It was great! Can't wait for tomorrow's.
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