Dan "Fitzy" Fitzgerald really is a stickler for the rules, isn't he? When news of timid Sunny's essay-writing crime came to light, the principal of Erinsborough High was not budging. He was letting the exchange-student organisation know, regardless of how well acquainted he was with the pupil involved.
I'm with him. Not because I am a stout advocate of school policy but because it is likely to mean that Zeke's annoying girlfriend is going to be extinguished from our screens and sent back to her homeland, which, despite her having a broad Aussie accent, is South Korea, the dog-eating capital of the world.
Persevering with schoolwork-based noticings, I had to chuckle at Libby's reaction to Kyle's Sunny-written assignment. Canning is a pillock, of that there is no doubt, but Fitzy's wife seemed genuinely shocked that the self-titled K-man had actually given her an essay with words on it. It was as if she expected pages of cartoonish cock drawings or a collage of Rolf Harris, made out of penne pasta, Wotsits and glitter and held together by Ready Brek.
Other highlights of the Ramsay Street week included how easy it was for Ringo to walk into Donna and Saffron's mediation encounter, and that terrific scene when Karl and Harry trundled past each other in Harold's Store, wearing virtually the same clothes.
I did have a teary moment, though, when exquisite Elle waved her goodbyes to Erinsborough in order to follow the journalistic dream. At least I still have her milfy step-mum Rebeccaa and the foxy grease monkey Steph.
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