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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2014
Copyright © Fern Britton 2014
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Illustration © Carrie May
Author photograph © Neil Cooper
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Source ISBN: 9780007468560
Ebook Edition © March 2015 ISBN: 9780007468584
Version: 2018-09-20
To Harry and your exciting future with all my love, Mum xx
Contents
Part One
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Part Two
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
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