The More You Ignore Me

That's the sideboard I think.

She's quite cross, wasn't she?

Come on, let's get you to bed, shall we?

God, I'm knackered.

Come on.

Let's get you into bed too.

Bet you say that to all the girls.

Oh no.

Oh Jesus, I'm sorry.

I know, I know.

Come on.

Let's go up and have a snuggle.

I'd rather have a fuck.

Temperatures will rise much above

50 degrees in the region.

Some parts may drop below zero,

temperatures going as low as 27 or 28.

It's time to snuggle up.

Good news is Sunday is looking like

it's going to be one of the brightest

we've seen in some time.

Here you go.

We might even get a bit of sun.

Can you turn that down a bit, love?

Yeah, I just need to hear this bit.

The high 50s or even 60 in some parts.

This will take us through to Monday

- Yes. - Yes what?

Yes please, dad.

Thank you.

Finally, we've heard news

that the Sunday racing at Aintree and Doncaster

may be on after a.

C'mon.

Keep up.

Wait here.

It's me!

What are you doing?

Bastard.

Bastard!

Mom!

Mom, wait!

What's the matter?

Was it Mr. Bastard?

Mom.

Now the weather with Ted Fairfax.

Good afternoon.

He turned me off!

He turned me off of his life just like that!

I didn't.

Yes, he did.

He did, he did.

Stop it!

Shut up!

He did it.

Shall I go and see Smelly then dad?

Yeah, you better had.

Come on then, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

Come on.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

I know, I know.

Doctor Henty.

Hi, Marie.

Keith.

Look, I'm sorry to call so late.

Oh no, no.

Us GPs, we've got very little to do

apart from sit by the phone waiting for a call.

How can I help?

It's Gina.

I think she's on the road to bonkersville again.

She's been chasing that Ted thingy.

You know, the weather forecaster off the local news.

She dragged Alice round to his house.

Do you think you can get her down to the surgery?

Do you want me to do one my ultra subtle

slide pasts tomorrow morning?

Would you?

I'm sorry to ask.

It's all right.

It's what I'm here for.

Dad!

Morning, sweetheart.

Mom's lying in the khazi again.

She's on the roof with Smelly.

Okay.

The roof.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Oh, fuck.

I want Teddy Fairfax.

He's on the telly at the minute, love,

reading the weather.

Why don't you come down and we'll talk about it.

No.

Mom.

Come down this minute, young lady.

I want Smelly.

No, Smelly's my present for Teddy.

To show him how much I truly love Smelly.

Oh come on love, Smelly looks a bit scared.

Let's get him down, clean him up a bit.

You can't give him as a present to anybody in that state.

All right then.

- There you go. - I'll put him back.

Nice catch.

All right.

Gina, I'll take you to see Teddy.

No, you won't.

You're just saying that to get me down.

Right, hang on.

- Hello. - Sandra, I need help.

There is no fuzzy news agent now, Keith.

I don't do that wet tea towel in the bush thing anymore.

Sandra, it's a fucking emergency.

Gina's on the roof half naked.

What's going on, Sandra?

Barb, keep your nose out of my business.

Bloody hell.

I see what you mean.

Uh-oh.

Daddy managed to get Smelly down,

but mommy can't roll down like that, can she daddy?

What are we gonna do?

Shall I just go up and try and have a word with her?

Unless you...

Oh, be my guest.

You know I'm no good with.

I'm not a bloody woodworm.

Gina.

What?

Sandra's gonna come up and talk to you.

Not that big fat ginger slapper.

Sorry, Sandra.

I've heard worse.

Hi, Gina.

Fuck off.

Oh come on Gina, come down.

It's freezing.

If you'd have taken notice of the weather forecast,

you would have seen that it's going to be

mild with sunny outbreaks later.

For Christ's sake, Gina,

this ladder's going to bloody break.

Come on down.

No.

You promise you won't do anything?

About what?

Take me back to that shithole.

I couldn't stand it, please.

Please Sandra.

Do I look like a bullshitter?

Keep hold of her, Sandra.

I'll go and get some clothes.

Go get a dressing gown.

She's not going to a fucking job interview.

Sandra, can I get the swearing portion down please?

Sorry, get a shift on.

Getting a chair blankie.

Here we go, here we go.

Come here, come here.

All right, all right.

Here we go, here we go.

All right, we're gonna have to go in your mini, Sandra.

Mine is still up on blocks.

Oh bloody hell.

Can I help.

Yes you can.

You're in it too, you fucking witch.

Stay away from my husband.

I'll phone ahead.

I'll lock up.

Thank you.

Mr. Wilson?

We are going to admit your wife

under a section of the mental health act.

Come on, love.

Let's go wait in the back.

Yes, I want to with dad.

It's all right, Sandra.

Okay.

So, the same as last time then?

I really can't say for certain at the moment

until we assess her properly.

It looks very similar to the psychotic episode

she had before:

her losing touch with reality;

reading things into perfectly innocent events;