Over to Bold correspondent Daisy (thanks, as always):
Is it April already? March has flown by with only one, nearly two partner changes. I wonder if there is a monthly average or quota. March saw Thorne drop Katy like hot potato, right on Valentine’s Day. He had giant promises but only stayed a few weeks. He failed to deliver. Liam and Hope have been teetering on the brink of a change of address, but Liam has stood strong, only because there is a swinging door between simpering love with Hope and domestic bliss with Steffy.
Hope and Liam show what fun an evening with them is. Let’s not mention the product placement.
The storyline of the stolen baby has stalled like a Boeing 747 ascending too sharply or flying too slowly (enjoy the reference, Sara?) Surely April will have to see Beth restored to a pampered existence as only child, instead of having to take Kellie’s crumbs; a worn out mother and hand-me-downs. Dr Hooks might want to put a paper clip in his pocket now because he might need it for picking the lock in his handcuffs.
“FU, Dr Hooks”. Dr Hooks is beating Liam to the bottom of the acting pile.
It’s time for Wipes to drop Sally. Flo is going to need a pudgy shoulder to cry on. It’s time for Brooke and Ridge’s predestined love to hit the rocks and for her to fall into Bill’s arms. We had a snifter of Justin getting aroused by Donna’s bosoms and chiselled cheeks, but they aren’t important enough characters to take precedence over the Hopeless storyline.
Sally looks beneath the sheets and doesn’t like what she sees.
I am going to hit the pause button here and go home to watch March’s final episode. My fingers are crossed for little Phoebeth. She will want to be packing her suitcase soon.