Steve Holloway

So I'm married to Bon as the most incredible mum.

And she probably, she did tell me this, that she was, she always works Sundays, but she normally works evenings.

And she had told me, but it slipped my mind, that she was doing an early shift on Sunday.

So she worked seven till four.

So she, I was up early, she left before any of the kids were up, but they'd made all the sort of the kids, the cards and the stuff the night before.

We had a shitter of a day, man.

Well, because there was no mother.

It was just someone was tantruming at every different hour, a different kid, like a long day.

We went out for lunch at the village.

I was holding my two-year-old the entire sort of 90 minutes we were there because she was screaming, and I couldn't even sit down and have my lunch.

And it was just a cluster.

Like the five-year-old wouldn't get out of the car.

A lot of the times I'm on it, but then it was just the loose fucking – yeah, it was an absolute nightmare.

We drive back into town.

I drop my kid at production.

He's doing my oldest.

And we're back at home.

And I've sort of got the girls and my seven-year-old cuddled up on the couch, finally relaxed.

And then she walks in the door.

And she's like, have you just been sitting on the couch all day?