Poor old Maz. Where were his circle on his birthday then? Not one of his 'circle' bothered to vist him, just palmed him off with crisps from Amazon, dead flowers and Auntie Doris's crocheted blanket that looks as though it stinks. And he was beside himself with gratitude for his manky cards and gifts that not one iota of thought went into. Still at least Hannah is on her way, he can get the cheeseboard out again with babybels and Primula cheese spread. Will Hannah be sleeping on the jazz stained, cat piss stained sofa? Lucky her.