Through it all, Anne Kirkbride remained one of the Street's most robust pillars - the youngest of that generation of stars who gave their whole working life to a TV soap, came into people's homes three times a week, entertained them and, in return, earned a place in our collective affection denied much bigger screen stars.
There are a million and one things to consider when moving house including ordering a phone line and a broadband connection. However, I strongly recommend waiting to ensure you get the right deal for you and don't end up paying more than is necessary.
Now one-time Corrie regular Ken Morley has been ejected for his "unacceptable and offensive language". Goodbye, Ken. It is doubtful that anyone other than your agent will mourn your departure.
I am pressing on with my lonely foray into character comedy and writing what I hope might some day be the pilot of a sitcom - helped by Micheal Jacob, my writing mentor who has, so far never backed away from me in a social situation (although there's still time).
I was nervous about the arrival of the Real Housewives to our shores, and rightly so. Us Brits don't have the best track record when it comes to adapting American reality shows.
After the build-up that had TV executives instructing lawyers to watch and listen to every word that Katie Hopkins spoke, it is a statement of how far Big Brother has plunged that she has become a voice of reason and has even garnered some sympathetic ears.
It was really just yet another reality TV show - but unusually it was about intelligent sentient beings and not just strange orange people.
Katie Hopkins does not represent fat women, in fact she doesn't represent women in the UK at all, so despite her attempt to speak on behalf of us all... she can't possibly. I will not be watching the show and I implore you not to, not even for curiosity's sake.
Mark was the man who formerly owned the Grosvenor, which was the main focus for the show in 2012/2013 before everything went spectacularly tits up and it had to be sold to pay off his increasing mountain of debts.
Eastenders promised an action packed festive offering and they didn't disappoint and as Mick Carter found out that his sister is actually his mother, he reels from the news that his prospective wife-to-be had been raped by the person that turns out is his brother.
So it's 10 years since the hunting ban was voted in. I wasn't aware of it being a whole 10 years. Crikey, that's an entire decade and I don't look a year older. Anyone who thinks I've had a facelift are talking out of their Botox and I do have my own teeth... in a jar by the bed. Ha ha! But people always want to know my views on this matter since I am a talking fox... an urbane fox as opposed to an urban fox - fox royalty you might say.
Strictly Come Dancing can bring a genuine journey to the viewers as the likes of Mark Wright and Simon Webbe have gone from fitting shoes to two left feet to being in the final as they show such a level of improvement, they give hope to all dad dancers across the nation.
And a pantomime it is, well not so entertaining, no flouncing dames or doleful Buttons or rousing songs, just semi-staged tittle-tattle and bickering. The only worthwhile sentiments, be they raging or insightful come from the audience, across the camera bank. The man who brings up politicians pay rises, the man who demands I stand for parliament (so that he could not vote for me judging from his antipathy), the mad, lovely blue hair woman who swears at everyone, mostly though the woman who says "Why are we talking about immigrants? It's a side issue, this crisis was caused by financial negligence and the subsequent bail-out".
After upsetting Binky, I was ostracised from the girl group and felt like I had no one to turn to other than Alex and Jamie for advice. It wasn't a malicious action. It wasn't a back-stabbing or two-faced decision. When Alex and Binky were together I was disgusted at the way he behaved.
As the world becomes an increasingly dangerous place for foreign correspondents, the MoD is rebooting its relationship with the media, drawing upon the skills of the servicemen and women already out on the ground. Who needs reporters, when you can do it all by yourself?
There is a wall of ignorance standing between victims of domestic violence and the rest of us. The constant question "why doesn't she just leave him?" has such a simple answer: she fears she will be killed. The two women a week who are killed, on average, by a partner or former partner, bear silent witness to this.