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"bloody hell, Pam! we're only going for two nights!" Mick exclaims towards his wife while he walks into their living room. Phroughout the years the West' and Shipmans have known each other, they alternate Christmas. This year, It's in Barry at Gwens. 

"you know I like to be prepared, Michael" she continues packing a suitcase. "the last time we was there for Christmas, the food was inedible! the woman can't cook" she frantically packs unnecessary items. 

"it was fine!" Mick scoffs. "anyway, Bryn's cooking this year. you know that"

"oh, which reminds me, do NOT let me forget the Christmas puddings. He's been going on about them since October!" 

"we don't need any of this and we don't need these.. why are you taking these?!" Mick slightly raises his voice while picking up a new towel that hasn't been opened. 

Pam dramatically gasps. "I am NOT using Gwen's towels. No way, Jose" she says, actually pronouncing Jose as JOE-SAY instead of HOE-SAY.. 

"It's like drying yourself with Ryvita!" she nods towards her husband. 

"a towel is a towel" Mick tries to reason with his wife, but that never works out in his way. 

"she prides herself on saying that her towels were a present" she says, as if it's obvious. 

"so?" her confused husband asks. 

"a wedding present, Michael! She got married in 1982!" she makes a disgusted face.

"insect spray? Oh, for the love of god!" mick scoffs. 

"oh, well you've got a short memory, I must say. Christmas 2017? The bites on my ankles from Gwen's infested mattress?" she dramatically throws her arms, placing another useless item in her case. They're going to Wales for Christ sake, not an excursion with David Attenborough.

"don't be ridiculous, you had an allergy to the glitter on those novelty socks. Look, you know the deal. We alternate, last year was our turn, this year is them"

"but I just love it when everyone comes to us, my Ivy and little Harri"

"we're still gonna be with them though, Pam" Mick approaches his wife and pulls her into a hug. 

"I know" she hugs him back, tight. "and I do love Gwen.. Mick you know I do. It's just we've got different standards" she shrugs. 

"don't take the towels, babe"

she smiles lightly. "okay"

she turns around to grab a mattress topper. "but the mattress topper is coming with!"

"morning!" Gavin walks into his family home first, making his way into the living room where his parents are. 

"oh, here he is, my little prince" pam coos over her son. Gavin is, and always will be, a mummy's boy. 

"how'd the night out go yesterday, I called early this morning to see when yous were coming round, but Eleanor answered and said you were paralytic, and Chinese Alan fell off a roof pretending to be Santa?" mick asks, and Gavin bursts into laughter. 

"dad! it was so funny, he-"

"speaking of Ellie, where is she?" Pam asks her son. 

he swallows his milk as he stands beside his mum. "she was talking to Iv's in the car, and she told me to leave because its a 'mummy and daughter secret that daddy can't know'"

"aww bless her" pam smiles. "they adore you, gav.. they do my love"

Ivy runs into the living room, her little Christmas jumper dress and ugg boots matched with a wooly hat are making her look ten times more cute than she already is. 

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 04 ⏰

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