Last season, the Fitch twins had to share an episode. And if you all remember, a lot of the episode was dominated by Emily’s storyline, while Katie sort of sat in the background and was slightly neglected storyline-wise.
Well this time, it’s a different story. Katie has her own episode, and boy does she have a lot to take on.
At the beginning, we get a glimpse of Katie at her best – dressed up to the nines, face caked in make up wearing her best pearls. Turns out, Katie is getting ready for work at her Mother’s bridal service ‘Let’s Get Fitched’. Geddit?
We follow the pair to work and see that we have a footballer’s wife wedding on our hands. She reminds Katie that she wants to see her at the hen party, with the ever classy theme ’sluts and studs’.
Katie goes on to visit the Doctors to see what’s wrong with her periods. The Doctor tells her that she isn’t pregnant, but rather that she is undergoing ‘premature menopause’. She fails to see the bad side of this at first, but when she is informed that she’ll never have children, Katie is clearly distraught.
She leaves the surgery, telling her boyfriend that he can ‘pretty much fuck off now’. Yep, that’s right, she dumped him. You can do better elsewhere, love.
On her return home, her Mother Jenna has discovered that Katie’s Dad has been hiding bills for months and that the Fitch family have no money whatsoever. Jenna loses it and starts a shout-fest, leaving Katie to console her little brother.
In an attempt to make her day a little bit better, Katie dresses up in her best slut-wear for the hen party. However, her plans don’t go… well, to plan. The WAGs have changed the theme to ‘footballer’s wives’ without informing Katie. Whatever, she still looks hot.
Things get even worse when she sees Effy and Freddie at the party. One of the bitches from the party humiliates Katie. Join me when I say ‘OH NO SHE DIDN’T!’ Katie storms onto the dancefloor like a true Fitch, gives the bitch a massive smack in the face and gives her a nose bleed. This obviously results in Katie getting sacked from the wedding planning job, and she leaves.
Effy spots Katie outside near the lake. The pair talk about love and Effy explains that it’s not as great as she thought it would be.
The next morning Katie goes back home, greeted only by the bailiffs – the Fitch family are homeless. Mr. Fitch holds the men off for a while so that the others can grab a few of their belongings. In true comedy style, they run for the car with their stuff, right behind the bailiffs’ backs.
So that’s it, the Fitch clan have nothing. Or do they?
In a desperate state, Katie asks Naomi if she and her family can move in for a while. Naomi is obviously a bit hesitant at first, but she caves in when she realizes that Emily is a Fitch and it is therefore her problem too.
Katie attempts at telling her Mother about her menopause, but she falls asleep. Great Mother, eh? When she wakes, Katie finds Naomi and Emily arguing in the kitchen. Apparently Emily is annoyed that Naomi didn’t even ask her before welcoming her family into her home and Emily kisses Naomi in front of her Mother just to spite her.
In the back garden, there’s a huge drug-fest of a barbecue going down. Emily kisses a random girl at the party, and Naomi looks on distraught, but feeling like she deserves it. Katie begs Emily to stop, but Emily is out of control. She pushes Naomi into the paddling pool and Naomi cries instantly, claiming that the whole situation is a ‘fucking pantomime’.
Jenna catches the whole thing and insists that someone tells her what is going on. Naomi nobly takes the complete blame, telling everyone there that she slept with the dead girl, gave her the drugs and that she has fucked Emily’s life up. Jenna gives us the famous ‘I told you so!’ Understandably, Emily lashes out, telling her Mother to stop playing ‘happy families’.
In another attempt to get some calm, Katie takes a bath. Exhausted, she falls asleep again, as Thomas goes to the toilet unaware that Katie is naked. To make things even more awkward, Thomas has locked himself in, so Katie tries to make things less weird. Thomas
tells her that she should always be herself, and Katie kisses him. She finally blurts out to someone that she can’t have children. He is glad she confided in him and they decide they would be better off as friends.
Katie walks around the house, making her final stop Emily’s room. She notices her sister crying on her bed and holds her. She understands.
The whole family, including Emily, go back to their old house to collect Jenna. Katie goes in on her own first and tells her straight away that she can’t have children. Katie cries to her Mum, explaining that she’s tried to tell her before but she wasn’t there for her. Jenna realizes the error of her ways and Katie forces her to begin appreciating her family more.
The rest of the family come in, and the Fitch parents make up in no time. They endure in a three minute snog as the children begin eating their boxes of pizza on the floor of the empty house. Their parents join them and they live happily ever after… right?
Next Week: It’s Freddie. Usually boring, but the teasers for next week look pretty good. Fingers crossed!


Yawn
4 months ago
People might give a crap about your stuff if you stopped shamelessly pimping it in every AfterEllen comment you make. It’s sad dear, no one cares about your view so stop spamming the comments of decent writers.
Lauren
4 months ago
@Yawn: How is it sad to want people to read your writing? I’ve had messages from a lot of lesbians, young and old, who say my blog is both entertaining and helpful for them, so maybe you should keep your ’sad’ comments to yourself in future.
Also, that blog has nothing to do with http://www.thedailywiggle.com, so maybe YOU should get your facts right before claiming that ‘no one wants my opinion’. Furthermore, if you don’t want my view, then simply don’t read it. I’m sure you don’t speak for the whole of the AfterEllen population when you say people ‘don’t care’ about my view. The ‘visit my blog’ thing on the end of comments is on automatic and therefore it appears on every comment I make. I am also deeply distraught (good old British sarcasm for you there, by the way) that you don’t think my writing is decent. You’re the first person to have complained, so maybe you should tell me by your real name if you have a problem, rather than go by an unimaginative code name.
That is all.
Yours lovingly,
Lauren.