11th March, 2014Tommy rang me up and told me to get my arse down to Shyton’s Magistrates’ Court. I did and arrived just in time to witness Tommy coming down the court’s steps, holding onto a visibly healthier Shannon and Luke. He looked pleased as Punch. I hated that character. Anyway, I thought it best at this time not to ask him about his possible move to City.
STANLEY: Got them back, I see.
TOMMY: Yeah, no one keeps my kiddies from me.
STANLEY: No conditions?
TOMMY: Got a social worker coming to stick her nose in once a week, and we’ve got to keep going to see a nutritionist person so we feed them proper. No more microwave dinners or oven chips and all that pig s**t. Fresh veg, fruit and healthy food—easy cos I’ve hired a chef so Brenda won’t be near the kitchen in future.
STANLEY:
