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When Sam, Jackie and Anna successfully campaign to save their children's school lollipop lady, they are asked by a TV reporter if they fancy standing in the general election.
It is, of course, a crazy idea: Sam's youngest son has an incurable disease, Jackie is desperate for another child and her mum is struggling with Alzheimers, Anna's teenagers - and marriage - are in danger of going off the rails.
But sometimes the craziest ideas turn out to be the best. And just think what they could do if they got to run the country...
Oscar’s oxygen levels bleeped. I called a nurse. Rob called too. Within seconds nurses and doctors were rushing to his bedside. Somewhere amongst the commotion I heard myself crying out ‘no’. A second later my head was against Rob’s T-shirt as he pulled me to his chest as if trying to muffle the sounds of my sobbing so he didn’t have to hear it. So it didn’t break through his defences. And just for a moment I wanted him to let me in to wherever it was he was. A place where this wasn’t happening.
it or whether she was simply talking to try to take Sam’s mind off what it was she was about to do. Attending an election count was probably one of the last things she felt like doing right now. Attending an election count in which she was one of the candidates was probably the last thing. ‘Ready?’ I asked, as we paused at the top of the steps. Sam nodded. ‘Ready as I’ll ever be.’ ‘Hang on then,’ said Jackie, reaching into her bag for a camera. ‘I want to record this for posterity.’ She
I just haven’t got time.’ ‘Well, if that’s going to be the case can you at least tell me next time so we don’t waste the food?’ ‘OK.’ David called out from the kitchen. ‘Have you done your homework, son?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘OK then.’ That was it. Permission had been granted. There was nothing else I could say. ‘Home by ten then,’ I said, doing my best to raise a smile. ‘Yeah. Laters.’ Will grinned at me, knowing how much I hated the expression and pulled the door shut behind him. I walked back
your favour. The only other medical factor which we need to rule out is a blockage in your Fallopian tubes.’ ‘So why didn’t you perform that test before?’ asked Paul, who clearly hadn’t looked at all the websites I had, or read the ‘So you want to have a baby?’ books. ‘We always complete the other tests first as the tubal patency check involves an injection of radioactive dye and X-rays.’ ‘Is it painful?’ asked Paul. I looked at him and smiled. ‘What do you think?’ I asked. ‘Sorry,’ he said,
one of our closest relatives.’ ‘So they are,’ said Rob. ‘In fact, I do believe that’s where Mummy got her red hair from.’ Oscar and Zach collapsed in a fit of giggles. I raised my eyebrows at Rob but couldn’t stop myself smiling. ‘And welcome home to you too,’ I said. Oscar started singing ‘I Wanna Be Like You’ from Jungle Book. Rob joined in, doing some kind of ape dance. If any of our neighbours had not already come to the conclusion that our whole family was nuts (and that was probably