he great thing about the soaps is the infinite variety of stories they can tell. I mean, just this week alone, we have everything from a baby born in a shed in the Australian outback to a man drowning in quicksand near Southport, via the dangers of having sex on top of several thousand pounds’ worth of chocolate swans. (And if you have been affected by any of these issues, please call, respectively: the midwife, the coastguard and the Thorntons helpline.)
“I can guarantee big drama ahead” However, if I had to name my favourite type of soap storyline, it would be that old favourite: “I’m pregnant! But who’s the father?!”. And that’s exactly what’s happening on p12, as a Walford lady discovers she’s in the family way.
And while…
