As Liam and Tracey joined forces to strip the beds for the laundry day, they decided to lighten the task with some idle chatter. And the topic of conversation was Liam's imminent birthday.

"Obviously we can [celebrate] tomorrow," said Tracey, "because it is your actual birthday, but while everybody's still here..." she trailed off, referring to the looming eviction.

"I want to celebrate your birthday too," agreed Nicky, concerned she might miss out, "me and Gerry."

"Obviously I won't be coming because I don't like you," said Tracey, trying to be serious.

"That's fair enough then," replied Liam with a grin, "because I have already sent invitations to the people I wanted to come."

With that, Tracey decided to have a go at his sheet folding technique: "Don't bundle them up like that," she shouted playfully, "it's laundry day."

"It's you being anal," retorted Liam.

"Don't give me anal as soon as you wake up, you grumpy nearly 23-year-old," said Tracey with a snort.

"I've been in the shower," protested Liam, "I'm as awake as a spring chicken."

"You look like you've been beaten around the head with a bat," said Tracey.

Now then ladies...