Carla gets the boot

barely got his little Canadian tush on that throne when he’s tipped right off. Creepy client Rufus arrives, demanding a bigger slice of the Nippersnapper deal (what is it with soaps and terrible business names? See also Emmerdale’s Take A Vow and Eastenders’ The Kim-fluencer). If not, he’ll tell everyone about Stephen’s little tricks with Carla and the LSD. Soon, a desperate Stephen is cornered and seeing red. Don’t make him angry, Rufus. You really won’t like him when he’s angry...

Elsewhere, with the Nippersnapper deal done and dusted (so she thinks), Sarah has decided it’s time for fun with hubby Adam, who she’s been neglecting while negotiating multi-million-pound international deals for garish polycotton with the odd questionable slogan slapped on the front. But when she and Adam argue, Sarah heads off alone to the hotel he’s booked for their date night (by my reckoning, this is the same hotel where he once bedded Carla. Maybe not the place I’d have chosen for a romantic getaway Adam, but each to their own).

Sarah arrives full of fury, but replaces that with prosecco, and soon she’s chatting to a handsome man at the bar. And would you believe it? In an only-in-the-soaps occurrence, despite this man co-owning a business with Sarah’s brother Nick and being arrested a few weeks back practically outside her front window, Sarah has no idea she’s chatting to drug-dealing wrong ’un Damon, having never seen him in the flesh. But she’s soon going to remedy that...