I think Steve was trying not to be such a pratt last night, but it didn’t work very well. Imogen wanted us to go to some party tonight, but I’ve managed to get out of it because Dad’s coming over. We are going to the shops tomorrow to get some Christmas presents and Mum keeps going on about having Imogen over for a drink on Christmas Eve and could she bring her Dad, I’ll have to talk to her about that tomorrow. Dad was supposed to be coming at ten, but he didn’t manage to turn up until eleven, muttering grumpy excuses about traffic. Claire and Andrew had been really excited about seeing him, even though both of them had realised that he doesn’t bother with us much anymore. Mum was all nervous and flustered but still insisted that he came in for a cup of tea. He’d brought a bag of Christmas presents with him, but it doesn’t look very big. . . Then we went to a Harvester for lunch, I hate Harvester’s but Dad and Andrew really like a meat fest. Then in the middle of that, Dad dropped a bombshell that his wife, Lindsey is pregnant. I couldn’t believe it, the way he just flung it in. Not only that, but the baby is due at the beginning of May so he’s known about it for ages, no wonder he hasn’t been keeping inn touch. I had to hand it to Claire though, about ten minutes after the bombshell she started going on about Steve and implied that we really like him. The cheek of Dad – he got grumpy and said that he hoped he was a decent bloke if he was going to be around his kids!! Then Andrew said that at least he did spend time with us. Dad was mortified. I didn’t know that Andrew and Claire could harbour such rebellion.