“Has everyone got everything?” Victoria asked.

“Yes mum,” Beverly groaned.

“Kevin, have you got your iPod?” she asked the boy coming down the stairs.

Kevin, holding his passport between his teeth, just nodded.

“Frank?” she shouted in the general direction of the kitchen.

“I’m coming,” came a yell from upstairs. “I’m just changing the ink in the printer.”

She sighed. “Print the boarding passes in black and white,” she shouted.

“It’s the black that’s run out,” came the reply. Read more