Helen Flanagan working out on Coronation Street

I thought I was going to look down there.

Morning.

You all right, Tim?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Carry on.

That was too close.

Tell me to come.

I'm sorry.

Erm, I don't suppose either of you two have seen a biscuit tin lying around, have you?

No, for all I say.

Yeah, refined sugars are poison.

And eating a biscuit is like hate crime to your body.

Well, I did leave it lying around in here somewhere.

Maybe I've left it in the cab office.

I'll leave you to it, shall I?

Anyway, as I was saying,

we should put the ***** in one of those...

What shall we call it?

We put dead people's ashes in.

You want to put ***** in an urn?

Put it in the fireplace. Jobs are good in.

Oh, yeah, when Tim and my mum start asking

why we're taking around dead people's ashes.

So I'll invent some romantic backstory.

Somewhat long lines of...

"Super handsome ********'s doctor meets me at a spin class.

"We fall in love instantly,

"only for him to die of a tragic nephrology a week later."

Hiya!

Oh, I've just bumped into Tim. He looked quite pale.

Weren't you at your council thingy this morning?

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