‘And telethon charities, like Children in Need or Red Nose Day?’ said someone else.
‘Good idea,’ said Pippa, ‘but we want this to be sustainable in the long term, so we need to find somebody prepared to fund it, run by sympathetic professionals who know exactly what is required.
‘We’re also petitioning our local MP, Tom Brooker, but so far we haven’t heard anything back from him. I’d urge you all to write to him yourselves, so he realises the depth of feeling about it. And you’ll all be delighted that Cat Tinsall has kindly volunteered to give us some free PR by writing a series of articles highlighting the excellent work of the centre.’
Soon a barrage of suggestions was coming in: some helpful, some not, but by the end of the meeting Pippa felt she’d at least achieved something. It was a start. She wound up, having agreed to create a steering committee which would look into all the feasible suggestions, with a promise they would report back in six weeks.
‘How did it go?’ Dan hugged her as she came through the door. It felt safe and warm to walk back home into his arms. So long as Dan was there, she felt anything was achievable.
‘Okay, I think,’ said Pippa. ‘Are the boys in bed?’
‘Not yet,’ said Dan. ‘Probably time to winkle them off the Xbox.’
Pippa grinned and went into the lounge to find the boys heavily engrossed in some game that seemed to involve an inordinate amount of shooting. She extricated them from it with difficulty and shooed them up to bed.
She climbed the stairs and checked on Lucy to see if she was asleep, and watched from the doorway as her daughter made her usual alarming snuffly noises in her sleep. Her beautiful daughter. People didn’t always see that, pitying her for having a child with such special needs. But they couldn’t see her uniqueness, or her inner beauty, or the joy she took in life. They couldn’t see how secretly subversive Lucy could be, often sharing jokes with her or Dan via the electronic keyboard they had recently bought for her, which had become her window to the world, or pulling faces when she thought someone was treating her like an idiot. It was hard, so hard sometimes, having a daughter like Lucy – Pippa would be the first to admit that. It was difficult for all families who had special needs children. But what people didn’t realise was that along with the struggle came something exceptional and different. Lucy showed her every day how to accept the simple things in life, and to be grateful for everything she had. But she couldn’t do it without Dan by her side, or without the help she got from the Sunshine Trust. Which was why it was so important to her. Without it, Pippa knew she wouldn’t be able to cope. They had to keep it open at all costs.
Cat woke up feeling lousy. She often did these days. She put it down to middle-aged exhaustion, coupled with being that scourge of the Daily Mail, a middle-aged binge drinker. Although of late, she’d been too tired even to manage that.
As Noel was constantly telling her, she did too much, but Cat had never been one to sit still for long, and between the demands of teen and preteen children, her poorly mother, devoted husband and her job, sitting still wasn’t always an option. Oh well, at least it kept her thin. Mind you, that didn’t stop her having a less than flat stomach, which seemed to bulge slightly more as time went by. When she was in London, she’d kept it down by a rigorous gym routine, but somehow that didn’t fit in with a country lifestyle, though regular long walks kept her fit. Now when she looked down at her stomach it seemed to have filled out, sagging more than it used to. If she didn’t know any better, she might have thought she was pregnant. But with her periods having become increasingly sporadic over the last year, it was far more likely that she was heading for the menopause and middle-aged spread. Oh joy.
Besides, she and Noel were so knackered most of the time, sex was rarely on the agenda these days. In fact, rather shamefully, she realised that they’d probably not had any since New Year’s Eve. Must do better, she muttered to herself. Lack of sex had nearly done for them in London, when she and Noel had been so busy they’d ended up leading parallel lives. The move to Hope Christmas had cemented their marriage; she mustn’t let it slip again. Noel meant the world to her. Their relationship had become even stronger since they’d moved up here. Even after all this time, she felt her heart sing when one of them had been away from the other.
Noel was already showered and ready by the time she got down. She kissed him as he went out of the door. Paige was preening herself in the hall mirror.
‘You’re not allowed make-up at school,’ Cat reminded her, before going into the kitchen where James half asleep and yawning, was crouched over his toast and Ruby was chattering away to anyone who would listen (which was nobody) about the excitements of her coming day. Of Mel there was no sign. Great. First row of the day would be getting Mel out of bed. In the past, Cat’s response to Mel’s laziness had been to make her face the consequences of being late and getting a caution. But since the bunking off incident, Cat had been terrified that left to her own devices, Mel just wouldn’t bother going to school. And with the results of her mocks showing them just how much work she needed to do, Cat felt she had to be on her case, however unpopular that made her. But as she had said ruefully to Noel, ‘I’m not here to win any popularity contests.’
‘Mel, are you up?’ Cat gingerly knocked on her daughter’s door.
‘Humph.’ A groan was the only response.
Cat opened the door into a pit. Crikey, it was worse than normal. There was barely a piece of the floor not covered in clothes, clean and dirty, shoes, bags, books and paper.
‘Mel, time to get up,’ she said, ‘NOW!’
‘I’m just getting up,’ said Mel. ‘No need to shout.’
‘I’m not shouting,’ said Cat between gritted teeth. ‘But I will be in a minute. You’ve got twenty minutes until your bus goes. And by the way, when you get home tonight, I expect to see this pigsty cleaned up.’
‘Will you get off my case!’ said Mel belligerently.
‘If you behave yourself, then yes,’ said Cat restraining herself with difficulty. ‘Now get up.’ She resisted the urge to say, ‘or else,’ because she knew the response would be ‘Or else, what?’ The reality was that, short of physical violence, there was very little she could do to make her errant daughter do anything she didn’t want to. And they both knew it.
The power was all with kids these days. Cat was sure it had been different when she was young. Then power had definitely been with the grown-ups. Just her luck to have been born into the generation which had lost the plot.
She went back downstairs with a sigh, and an automatic, ‘Wipe that make-up off your face, Paige,’ and receiving a rushed, ‘Off now,’ from James. And then it was just her and Ruby, still chattering away, Cat guiltily noticed, wondering what exactly she had missed.
Mel eventually appeared looking as mean and moody as her dark eyeliner would allow. There were bags under her eyes, and she’d lost weight. Cat felt a twinge of worry. Maybe there was something wrong and she was handling it badly. All the books said you should listen to your teenagers. Perhaps she didn’t do that enough.
‘Mel–’ she began.
‘Oh will you leave me alone,’ snarled Mel, grabbing a slice of toast. ‘I’m going now!’ And with that, she was out of the house, slamming the door in a whirlwind of fury and resentment.
Cat shut her eyes, feeling sick with misery. Another successful morning.
