Oh dear, oh dear. Penn is rapidly losing the plot. First he confessed to Coleen that he framed her for the thefts in the caravan park and got her thrown in prison. Then he told John Palmer that he wanted a shot of Gina. Not content with that, he broke in Myles’s gaff again and trashed the place again. He damaged a photo of Myles, Rabbit and his dead wife. Don’t think Milco will be too happy with that. I predict a showdown.

I hope the Diner does a coffee loyalty card because Myles has been lashing into it recently. But then again, it’s out of commission at the moment so he’s having to make do with home brew, and lots of it. All because Rabbit, his imaginary friend, has told him that he’ll die if he falls asleep.  So he’s been up all night, talking to his dead daughter.  And now he has to go into work, exhausted and scared.  Scared of a premonition from a girl with a history of successfully predicting the future.  It’s a bit funny that Miles, once the imaginary Milco, is now befriended by an imaginary friend of his own.  What would Sally make of it all?

Poor auld Roman. Even his Aussie SAS skills can’t help him deal with his new found blindness.  And sure didn’t he go and take it out on everybody else.  Myles, Kirsty and Leah were only trying to brighten his arvo with some top tucker but he wasn’t having a bar of it.  He was more interested in beer bottles than snacks.  It was up to Kirsty to set him straight with a serve that Leyton Hewitt would have been proud of.  It’s about time he bucked his ideas up and stopped feeling sorry for himself.