Barbara Scully

I'm not joking.

We all piled into the Renault 4.

My father got up with all the noise and he was standing at the top of the stairs going, should I get dressed?

Do I need to come?

And I remember David saying to him, there's no room in the car anyway.

So no, you can't come, go back to bed.

We'll let you know.

So we all landed up to Mount Carmel Hospital, all flipping, four of us.

And halfway up, I remember saying to him, my contractions have stopped, can I go home?

Like, just bring me home.

And he's going, no, no, I'm not having it on my conscience.

No, I'm bringing you, if they tell you to go home, you can go home, but no.

So I was delivered literally up to Mount Carmel Hospital, four of us, one of whom was pissed.

And yeah, I remember arriving in and there was only a nice kind of security guy on the desk.

And obviously I'm waddling in out here, along with my brother and my mother and my little brother.

Yeah.

And he said to me, oh, here, listen, you go on up, love.

You go straight up.

I'll get the details from your husband.

And I'm going, he's not my husband.