Well nuts!
OK, in general I’m not a big soap opera fan. It’s nothing personal, I just don’t care much for them. The exception to this is Caerdydd. I really couldn’t tell you why, perhaps it’s the scenery, the fast pace of the show, the more believable characterizations. For whatever reason I find myself glued to the television every time it’s on. Luckily for me that’s a couple of times a week or I would have missed the tear jerker ending that I expect is the season finale.
My favorite character on Caerdydd is Peter. I adore Peter. He has the looks that attract me and he’s not afraid to sleep with an older woman. Yeah Peter! So why’d they have to do him in!?! 
That’s right. Peter is no more. Well, truth be told we don’t specifically KNOW that he’s no more but it seems pretty likely. Here’s why….
There I was minding my own business revising madly for a highly dreaded Welsh lit final exam the following day when screaming and yelling emerged, suddenly, from my tv screen. It was Peter. He’d flipped his lid (as my mother would say) and was running amuk someplace other than Caerdydd.
Don’t you love the sound of that word; Caerdydd? It’s magical somehow - conjures up scenes of castles and knights and Welsh kings with gorgeous black hair and……
*sigh*
ANYway, after slugging his best friend (whom he later declared his love for and kissed) he ran off into the city eventually making his way back to Caerdydd and the apartment. To make a long story short, with everyone out looking for him and having the inability to get in his car and sky off to parts unknown, he went completely over the edge, ran into the flat, ripped of all his clothes and stood sobbing, naked, against the sliding glass door overlooking beautiful Cardiff Bay.
His friends arrive awhile later and find him, still naked, sitting on the balcony doing nothing in particular. I really admire that actor. I don’t think I could sit naked on a balcony next to Cardiff Bay and look like I wasn’t cold.
Time marches on, we go through a series of everybody trying to bring him back to the edge of sanity and it very nearly works until he goes ballistic, cuts his sister’s partner with a knife, runs off down the hall, locks himself in the bathroom and does a hari kari kind of thing before our very eyes.
By this time my revision papers had fallen to the floor and I was screaming at the tv “DON’T DO IT PETER. PUT THE KNIFE DOWN!!” But did he listen?
He’s a man, remember?
Meanwhile out in the hallway all the people who love him were frantically banging on the bathroom door telling him to open it.
Now, really. If you saw a small flood of about 15 pints of blood pouring out from under the bathroom door wouldn’t you maybe consider calling 999 or perhaps kicking the door in rather than demanding he open it?!
So now we’ve left him, sitting there in a pool of his own blood, the camera blurs as we see the bathroom through his eyes and the show ends.
Unfortunately, so did my revision because by now I was devastated and in tears. Absolute toast. And I have no idea why except it was such a bloody (no pun intended) sad thing to do.
So much for a happy ending. 