Will Shirley Carter swagger back into Walford? Nobody knows for sure. But asking that question is like asking if you’ll ever stop thinking about that ex who was a disaster but had great stories. You know it’s probably not healthy, but you can’t help hoping. So, pour yourself a cuppa, put your feet up, and keep your eyes peeled. If Shirley does come back, the Square—and our Tuesday nights—will be properly sorted again.
Until then, I’ll be here waiting, like a dog by the door. Only with more tea and less drool.
