Master of the House

I kept my job at the Voice, became chief reporter, then got a gig at the BBC in Birmingham as their local correspondent. I love it and it’s pretty flexible, which means I can take care of the kids when Joss isn’t around at the park, although he mostly is.

Yeah, we have three. Another one on the way. Another bloody generation of the Lethbridge dynasty, but this time brought up on Vimto and love. One day, Joss says, they’ll club together and get Willingham Hall back.

And I say, ‘Yes, Joss, one day.’ But it will mean getting rid of the little blacked-out van at the most obscure end of the park, which we’ve had fitted out as our secret playroom. And really, why would we want to do that?