Getting off his face and shagging some old slapper was the only way he could deal with his girlfriend’s betrayal, but by Friday morning, he was ready to return home and make things right once again. As he drove towards Rainham, Jed stopped at a florist, and picked up a bouquet of flowers. He’d spent the previous day with Sammy boy. They’d got well mullered and the two old tarts they’d woken up with in Tilbury this morning were not only old enough to be their mums, but were also haggard and pig ugly. Jed pulled up outside the trailer and picked up the bouquet. He’d already prepared his lie and, as usual, it was good. He opened the trailer door. ‘All right, babe? I got you these.’ Frankie had just bathed and was now dressing baby Georgie. ‘Where have you been, Jed? Your phone’s been switched off and I’ve been worried sick about you.’ Jed sat on the edge of the bed and kissed his gorgeous baby on the forehead. Tickling Georgie’s chin, he smiled at Frankie. ‘I’m sorry, Frankie.
