DOT walked out on strike in last night's EastEnders. I don't blame the woman I nearly joined her.

In the recent hot weather, perhaps the scriptwriters were keen to get done and dusted and nip off to the pub beer garden while it was still sunny.

But last night's instalment had a definite paint-by-numbers feel about it.

Grant did what he does best and played up to his tortured badboy image as his and Jane's tempestuous love affair rambled on.

"I'll take you wherever you want to go," he promised plain Jane.

"Sometimes you scare me," said Jane.

"Yeah, well, sometimes I scare myself," breathed the badboy cue lots of passionate arm grabbing, door slamming and staring unfeasibly close to each other's eyes.

Later on, little Courtney, last seen as a babe in arms when mum Tiffany was squished by Frank Butcher's wheels, was asking about her mummy.

Grant tried to convince her Tiffany's death was all a big accident.

"There was an inquest," he pleaded. Because all seven-year-olds are familiar with the term inquest, right?

Elsewhere, yet another obstacle was thrown between Little Mo and the hot new doc. He fancies her so much he had to practise his "I like you" speech on a colleague.

But doh! Who's that listening in at the doorway, not realising he was only rehearsing his words for her? It's only Little Mo.

That'll drag another few episodes of confusion out of that one, then.

Now the rain has descended upon us, let's hope the scriptwriters sort themselves out and start delivering.