After their lie in, Caroline headed to her office to do a little work to try to get her mind off her mother. When that didn't help, she decided to look at Celia's facebook page to see what she had been posting, hoping there might be some clue as to what was really going on with her. All she found were innocent statements like how she hadn't been sleeping well of late and something about her moving into a drafty the old farm house that had damp in her bedroom.

By dinnertime, Caroline was a ball of nerves from worrying that her mother may have finally gone around the twist. The thought saddened her as she had never seen Celia happier that she'd been since she reunited with Alan. She was also worried that Celia would say or do something to offend Kate. From everything Gillian had shared during the phone call, she was afraid Celia had lost her filter. With a final kiss for luck and a fervent request that Kate not take anything Celia might say to heart, Caroline opened the door to welcome the Buttershaws back home.

For the first hour or so, everything was as normal as a dinner with Celia could be. The wine flowed, the pork was perfect and the conversation, as usual, was all about her and Alan and their time at the farm. When the plates were empty, Caroline suggested Celia help her carry them to the kitchen and keep her company while she did the dishes. She sent Kate and Alan to the living room to enjoy the fire. Before their company arrived, they agreed Kate should try to hear from Alan what he was experiencing to help them get a better measure of what was happening while Caroline got Celia on her own and tried to draw out of her what she could.

"How are things really going Mum? How's married life?" Caroline asked while scraping the plates into the garbage disposal before stacking them on the counter.

"Why? What have you heard?" Celia was perched on a stool at the counter, swirling the dregs of the wine in her glass. She stood and reached for the wine bottle and served herself the last bit of it.

"Nothing. I just haven't seen you alone to catch up in a while and I've missed you." She carried the stack of dirty plates to the dishwasher and started loading it.

"Well. How have you been? Are the plans for the wedding all set? We never got around to talking about it at dinner."

"Yep. Invitations are out. I just need to find a dress. How about you? Have you figured out what you're wearing?" Caroline picked up the empty bottle and gave it a look as she tried to mentally count how much her mother had imbibed over dinner. She then placed the bottle in the recycler and turned back to the sink.

"Alan sent Gillian and me out to shop the other day and I found a hat and a dress. Now I just need to find some new shoes. I was hoping you would help me with that."

"I'd love to. Glad to hear you and Gillian are getting closer."

"She's good company, when Alan's out running around." Celia took a sip of her wine and looked up at Caroline who stopped cleaning up and moved to stand directly across the counter from her.

"What do you mean? Like when Alan's down at the pub with Harry?" Caroline spoke softly, trying to draw her mother out.

"Oh, you think that's where they go? They've got you fooled, too." Celia didn't mean for that to slip out but the wine had her feeling a little loose.

"I'm lost Mum. Where do you think they go?"

"Well, I just discovered that Harry's running the local sex club and he's asked Alan to join because he wants to use our car to help him attract women."

Caroline turned and looked down at the counter so as not to make eye contact with Celia as she tried not to laugh. When she finally looked back at her, she noticed that Celia had a little tremor in her left hand.

"How have you been feeling lately Mum? It looks like your hand is shaking a bit."

"No, that's just me. It falls asleep so easily lately and I'm just shaking it to wake it up."

"What else is going on? Are you having headaches?"

"Not really. I'm just not getting as much sleep lately as I have to keep an eye on Alan to make sure he doesn't slip out with Harry after I go to bed. Sometimes my lack of sleep means I have a bit of a headache the next day."

"Mum, I'm concerned. How about I make an appointment for you to see the doctor and see if we can get that issue with your arm addressed at the very least? I want to make sure that when the baby comes you're able to hold it."

Celia bit her tongue. She wanted to ask Caroline when Kate changed her mind about letting her see the baby but she didn't want to upset Caroline by making her think she was attacking Kate. Caroline started focusing on loading the dishwasher and suggested that if she could get a mid-morning appointment she would take her shoe shopping afterward.

Kate, in the living room with Alan, was making great progress getting him to divulge some of the nonsensical things Celia had been saying lately. The most shocking tale was the one she said to him on the drive back from Halifax. She told him to not look in the windows of the main house because the last time she did, she saw Kate and Caroline having sex on the floor of the hallway. The timing of the incident was when Alan knew they were at Sulgrave so he knew it had to be false. If he had any concern it had been true he never would have shared it with her.

Kate sat back, looking totally bowled over. "Oh, Alan. How are you putting up with all this?"

"She has her moments. Some days she's absolutely fine and then the next, it's just a waterfall of crazy and I find the bottle of shampoo in the refrigerator. In the beginning I thought it would pass but I'm not so sure anymore. When I challenge her that the stories can't be right she gets very defensive so I'm learning to just roll with it."

When Caroline finished loading the dishwasher, she moved to her mum and gave her a hug, telling her that she should be sure to get some sleep now that she's back in Harrogate as she and Kate would keep an ear out for Alan to try driving off to meet Harry. It seemed to work to pacify Celia and they joined Alan and Kate in the living room to say goodnight.

As soon as the Buttershaws toddled off to their apartment, Kate joined Caroline in the kitchen and they compared notes. When Kate got to the story about how Alan was warned not to look in their windows, Caroline went crazy. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, eventually opting for laughter.

"I've got to call Gillian. Do you mind?" Kate shook her head as Caroline picked up her phone.

"Well, they just left. She was fine when we were all together at the table but when I got her on her own in the kitchen it was a shit show. Some of the crazy just fell out. How can she seem so fine one minute and then off her rocker the next?" Caroline sat up a bit and Kate shifted in her seat to give her a little more room. She had never quite seen this side of Caroline before. She'd seen her angry and concerned about things Celia had said and done she but never saw her this scared and protective about her mother.

"So, what did she tell you that was crazy?" Gillian took a sip of her wine. She was on the couch in front of her own fireplace; she was enjoying having the place to herself for the first time in days.

"She informed me that Harry apparently is running the local sex club and he wants your father to be a member so he can use him for his chick-magnat car, " she replied. "But then there's the one Alan shared with Kate. Did she tell you not to look in our windows?"

"Oh, is this the one about you and Kate having it off in the hallway?"

"Yup. What are we going to do?"

"Well, for starters, if I were you and Kate, I'd be sure to close my drapes," Gillian responded dryly.