Soap’s un-reality check ends a life-long devotion

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Since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I have tuned in, week-in,week-out to the nation’s favourite soap, Coronation Street.

Since I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I have tuned in, week-in,week-out to the nation’s favourite soap, Coronation Street.

We have watched the babies grow up, and have babies of their own and said sad farewells to the actors we came to love as they either moved on or died.

It is fair to say that I can never remember ‘Corra’ not being on. My grandmother refused to go anywhere, whatever the circumstances, if she was going to miss the show, She used to scour the markets to find Bet Lynch outlandish earrings.

Unfortunately, I have now become quite disillusioned with the programme. not least because no-one, but no-one, noticed that a 12-year-old girl was about to give birth.I know this does happen, the odds however are huge.

Then we have David Platt selling his soul to the devil, in order to keep hold of his “stepson”.

Where is his own child? Remember the baby girl he was supposed to have had with his wife Kylie who has now disappeared? No mention of the baby, whatsoever,

She was put to bed some time back and are we to presume she was left there?

But what worries me more than all those trivialities, is how quickly Steve McDonald has recovered from his depression and is making plans for his wedding.

One of my friends suffers terribly from this debilitating illness. When the disease takes over her, she can’t even decide to make a cup of tea. She is very, very ill, although she does have periods of time, when the clouds are not so dark.

Depression in men is the biggest cause of death of suicide in this country and this area is high up on that list. So should you be in the situation of being depressed - I don’t mean you feel fed-up or know some one who is - don’t think you have to make a marvellous recovery, as Steve has. Take it a day at a time, or if that is too much, one hour at a time.

In the meantime, I am now going back to being a bookworm.

Goodbye Corrie it was nice knowing you, in the days of Ena Sharples, and Elsie Tanner.

But 12 year olds having babies, missing babies and the rest of the rabble is not for me.

Thanks for the memories of the Good Old Days, walking round the market with gran for Bet Lynch’s jewellery.

Anyone need any earrings?