Mother and baby were doing well back at home. As proud as Punch and keen to help, Mr Bristow had furnished the happy parents’ bedroom with a cot, and Mrs Bristow was proving a godsend with all the night feeds. In the days before the birth, Danny had felt nervous about the head-to-head. Now a fearless determination prevailed. He had the extra incentive of his new baby girl. Her future was in his hands. On the day of the weigh-in, Patsy arranged for Albert, Danny and Lenny to meet him at the Live and Let Live at two o’clock. Lenny had agreed to drive them to the venue, but again refused to wear a chauffeur’s hat. At two-thirty, Danny materialised. “Sorry,” he said, gasping a little. “The baby.” Albert, Patsy and Lenny all nodded sympathetically. “Test driving this one and all, Len?” said Albert as they all got into the swanky Humber Hawk parked outside the pub.
