ElevenA few weeks later on a blustery Friday, a removals truck pulled up at Alison and Doug's new house. They approached the truck as it pulled half onto the pavement in front of the property. Doug's Micra pulled up behind the truck, leaving enough room for the men to get on with their job. They stiffly climbed out of the car, the sea air ruffling their clothes and hair.
“Hiya,” Jake called. They looked past the truck to see Jake and Katherine were heading their way. Katherine pushed a black pram in front of her, a huge beaming smile on her face.
“Oh my Granddaughter! Let me see you,” Alison said as she headed around the side of the truck, almost colliding with the driver who was also gingerly climbing out of his cab. Jake's mother embraced them both before peering into the pram. Alicia
