Summer Bay House is so homely these days, the aroma of cookie dough and the sparkling laundry Sally is permanently folding fairly wafts out of the TV set. One cookie she can’t iron the creases out of, though, is Martha. Brad and Sal’s smug gazes are interrupted when the Marth strops through the kitchen in a towel with no time for tea and chatter. She’s still fuming about Sally having told Brad about her abortion. Sally thinks she’s still dealing with her decision. Misjudging the situation as usual, Brad sticks his oar in and tries to get Martha onside; a massive row erupts. Sally tells Martha she doesn’t feel as though she’s a part of her life anymore and points out that if everyone’s going to live happily under this roof, she’s going to have to chill out a bit. This has a disastrous effect. “Maybe we can’t all live here under the same roof,” Martha snaps. She’s movin’ on out. She packs her bags straight away and moves into the empty apartment above the diner. Cam praises Martha for striking out, bitchily sniping to Sal, “Has it occurred to you that people only try to escape when they feel trapped?” Hit the road, JackWhile Cassie bounces around, ecstatic that her nudie calendars are selling better that Irene’s muffins, Jack’s doing his best to soldier on in Sam’s absence. He’s decided to chuck out all memories of her – he needs a clean slate. Jack’s not in the best mood when he comes across the Eyebrow’s lovewaggon, illegally parked – he slaps a parking ticket on it. Cam appears, smirking, “Enjoy your power trip.” After a chat with Sally, Jack decides to join the campaign to save Martha, dropping round at her new pad for a casual chat. Martha seems happy enough to see him, but then Cam appears at her elbow, all miffed. The two men recognise each other and the handbags come out. Cam makes it clear he’s looking after Martha and that Jack’s not welcome. He can’t believe Martha never told him she was married to that weed… Jack reports back to Sal worriedly - “He’s playing watchdog big time.”

Shock party

Jack’s right, you know; Cam’s really getting his claws into Martha. Not that she seems to mind. He doesn’t judge her, he’s got big eyebrows, and he’s got plenty of wild friends to pad out her housewarming. Speaking of which, don’t you just love a Summer Bay party? All those hot young things flailing their limbs about wildly to generic house drivel.

Martha’s in her cups so she’s having a blast, while Cam and Cindy cacklingly admire her sexy dance moves. Colleen, on the other hand, is having the opposite of fun.

The bass is pounding through the diner ceiling and Cam’s cronies keep traipsing through with bottles of grog. The following morning, Colleen and Leah enter the Diner to open for the day – only to find the place is totally trashed. We know who’s responsible…

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