
Oh, Sally Webster. What has become of you?
Where's the strong, sassy Sally? These days she resembles a poor imitation of Mavis Riley caught between Derek and Victor Pendlebury. Only poor Sally doesn't even have a wise cracking Rita interrupting her with a new delivery of Walnut Whips from th'wholesalers.
I watched recently as Sally was humiliated yet again by that good for nothing Tim. Tim really did have some nerve, giving Sal the cold shoulder for popping to the shops. It was not so long ago that the newly sainted Tim neglected the ever-unpleasant Faye for days while he was off chasing something nubile in Newcastle.
Just when she thought she'd shifted Rosie and Kevin out of number 4, her conservatory now boasts Faye and Grace sprawled out on her cane furniture, with lapsed Christian martyr Sophie moaning away in the background.

I don't know, perhaps Sally's greatest strengths are her weaknesses. She's always fallen for the wrong man, but then so has Gail, Rita, Audrey, Deirdre and the rest. I just hoped for more for Sally than being a human doormat for Tim, Faye and Anna to dust off their clogs. Following on from Sally's breast cancer storyline, her role in the tram crash and the revelations over Kevin's affair with Molly, the bride of Chucky, I wanted Sally to emerge stronger and more independent. Not this eager to please drudge we see before us.

So should Sally ditch Tim and the sisters grim? What would you like to see the wonderful Sally do next?
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