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Chapters (51)
  1. About the Book
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Kimberley Chambers
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Acknowledgements
  7. Epigraph
  8. Prologue
  9. Chapter One
  10. Chapter Two
  11. Chapter Three
  12. Chapter Four
  13. Chapter Five
  14. Chapter Six
  15. Chapter Seven
  16. Chapter Eight
  17. Chapter Nine
  18. Chapter Ten
  19. Chapter Eleven
  20. Chapter Twelve
  21. Chapter Thirteen
  22. Chapter Fourteen
  23. Chapter Fifteen
  24. Chapter Sixteen
  25. Chapter Seventeen
  26. Chapter Eighteen
  27. Chapter Nineteen
  28. Chapter Twenty
  29. Chapter Twenty-One
  30. Chapter Twenty-Two
  31. Chapter Twenty-Three
  32. Chapter Twenty-Four
  33. Chapter Twenty-Five
  34. Chapter Twenty-Six
  35. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  36. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  37. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  38. Chapter Thirty
  39. Chapter Thirty-One
  40. Chapter Thirty-Two
  41. Chapter Thirty-Three
  42. Chapter Thirty-Four
  43. Chapter Thirty-Five
  44. Chapter Thirty-Six
  45. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. Chapter Forty-One
  50. Copyright
  51. Cover

Singing his own version of ‘Humpty Dumpty’, which included Rosie’s name in it, Eddie carried his little angel up the stairs.

Over in Rainham, Stanley was sitting in his pigeon shed talking to his beloved birds. Bertha and Sid were the only two he had left now. The others had all flown the nest and, at seventy-two years old, Stanley thought he was a bit too old to invest in any more. The thought of croaking it before his birds filled Stanley with dread, and he’d made Jock promise to take good care of Bertha and Sid if they were still alive when he was gone.

‘I’ll always look after your Joycie for you an’ all, make sure she’s OK, like,’ Jock had said sensitively.

‘Sod that wicked old witch, she can look after her bleedin’ self. You just make sure you look after me babies for me,’ Stanley replied truthfully.

Seeing his wife putting the washing out on the line, Stanley lifted Bertha up in his hands. ‘Who’s that ’orrible woman out there, eh? It’s Joycie, isn’t it?’ he said in a silly, childlike voice.

Spotting his wife glance over at the shed, Stanley ducked down quickly. They’d barely said a word to one another for the past two weeks, since the unfortunate incident with the car. Stanley hadn’t felt comfortable driving for the past couple of years, his eyes weren’t what they used to be and he was a bit doddery with his pedal reactions. On the particular day in question, he and Joycie had been on their way to Tesco in Rainham when he’d accidentally hit the accelerator rather than the brake and had ploughed into the back of a 103 bus. The Jaguar was a write-off. Joycie had gone totally ballistic. She’d called him every name under the sun and used every swear word that had ever been invented. They’d both been taken to hospital in an ambulance to be checked over and Joycie had even continued her assault in the back of that.

‘Gertcha, you brainless, bald-headed old bastard. Thinking of that fucking Pat with the big tits instead of concentrating on the road, were ya? You dirty, disgusting old pervert,’ she’d screamed at him in front of the paramedics.