Will you please do as you are told and bring your dirty washing down.’‘Cissy, no! Squidge is patient but don’t steal his biscuit off him or he will bite you.’‘Skye, you can’t wear red socks to school, no.’‘Morning, love.’ Colin Brown appeared at the breakfast table in his suit. ‘Whatever is Kent doing upstairs?’ Joan asked, harassed.‘He’s still in the toilet, I think.’‘Right, you lovely lot, breakfast, come on,’ she bawled. ‘Or we’ll be late.’‘TFI Friday, my sweet, oh and Happy Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t get us a babysitter, so next best thing. We shall have a take-away curry instead.’‘You old softy – sorry, I had completely forgotten. I love you to your bones – you know that.’ She kissed her husband on the cheek.‘Right, must go. See you later, you lot. Be good for your mum.’‘See ya, wouldn’t wanna be ya,’ Clark piped up.‘Daddeeeee.’ Cissy waddled over to him and gave him a squashy kiss.‘Bye, Skye.’ Colin mucked up her hair.
