Georgie nodded and greedily ate three. Alice grinned. Over the past month or so Georgie had stopped being finicky and was eating like a horse. She was still waif-like, but that was because she was tall for her age.

‘Let’s take some sausage rolls outside to Harry and Daddy, shall we?’

Georgie ran into the lounge, grabbed Barbie and followed her nan out of the back door.

Jed, Alice and Jimmy watched Harry with pride. ‘Look at him; he’s a natural in that motor,’ Jimmy said, laughing.

‘Drive down the end, then do a three-point turn like I showed you, Harry,’ Jed shouted out.

Harry skilfully did as he was told and drove back towards his father. Jed clapped, lifted him out of the car and swung him around in the air. ‘You’re gonna be a great driver, just like your daddy, ain’t ya, boy?’

As Grandad Jimmy fussed over him and Nanny Alice kissed him and handed him a sausage roll, Harry grinned. He rather liked his new family after all.

Over in Holloway, Frankie and Babs were on a bit of a downer. They’d spent the past hour talking about their children and the realisation that they were both about to spend their first Christmas without them had suddenly hit them like a ton of bricks.

‘I bet my Georgie and Harry are so unhappy today. I used to make such a fuss of ’em on Christmas Day and I bet they will have the day from hell with Jed, Jimmy and Alice,’ Frankie said sadly.

Babs’ heart went out to Frankie. She had been allowed to phone Matilda and Jordan this morning and she’d spoken to them for a good ten minutes. Poor Frankie wasn’t even allowed to speak to her children and Babs prayed that the civil court hearing would go in her friend’s favour.

‘Let’s not talk about our kids no more today. I mean, it ain’t every day Holloway throws a party for us, so let’s just enjoy ourselves, eh?’ Babs suggested.

‘Yeah, sod it. We’re stuck in ’ere, neither of us can change that, so we might as well make the most of Christmas.’

Babs put an arm around her friend’s shoulder. ‘Me and you are gonna groove to that music later. We gonna show ’em how it’s done. I do a great impression of Gloria Gaynor, you know.’

Frankie laughed. Babs was one of the funniest, sweetest people she had ever met and she certainly didn’t deserve to be cooped up in prison. ‘I want you to promise me something,’ Frankie said.

‘What?’