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conversation with her mum. “She told me about her holiday to Portugal, she was dead excited. I’d love to be able to go somewhere like that she said dreamily, eyes transfixed on nothing in particular.
          “So would I “, chirped in Rachel who was swatting over a puzzle she was doing in a girly magazine.
          “And I would like to take you some where nice like that too if I could”, Sandra retorted sadly. “When are they going”, she asked as if it really mattered to her.
          “She told me they were staying overnight in a hotel because they were flying out on the Thursday morning. They would be flying very early on that morning. I guess they must have been out there for just over a week by now”, she thought aloud.
          “When are they due back”? Inquired Roger, pricking up his ears to this compelling information. This could be useful information to his mates he thought to himself.
    Not realising that he had been listening to the conversation, Julie turned surprisingly to where he was propping up the worktop with his cup of tea in his hand and replied, “They were going for a fortnight so I guess they will be back on Thursday or Friday of this week”.
    That was all the information he needed. As he returned to the front room he was thinking he would have to act quickly if his plan had any chance of working. Firstly he would need to find out where Julie’s friend lived. To ask Julie for any more information might cause her to be suspicious.
    Suddenly it dawned on him where he could get that information without anyone being suspicious. While the females were gassing in the kitchen he would search out Julie’s diary. She was bound to have it in there somewhere.
    He knew roughly where it would be and sure enough it lay in the top of the small side table drawer. Flicking through the pages like someone possessed he found the page that gave him the information he needed. 23, Sissons Road was all it had underneath the girl’s name, with her telephone number. He guessed that it could only be the road in this same town as he knew the area and had passed it many times and wasn’t this the same road the gang had hit a few nights earlier. Quickly he jotted it down on a piece of paper from his daughter’s exercise book.
    He needed to get in touch with his mates as quickly as possible. He darted into the bathroom and washed and dressed. Almost running down the stairs he collected the van keys and shot out of the front door.
    At the sound of this Sandra thought it was someone at the front door. She placed the iron on the board and opened the kitchen door to the hall. On opening the front door she could find no one at it. She noticed the van had gone from its usual parking space on the road. When she came back into the house she went into the front room to find it empty.
    Going back down the hall and back in to the kitchen she was puzzled.
          “That’s strange your dad has just gone out the front door”, she informed the girls.
          “In all the time I’ve known your father he has seldom used the front door he usually uses the back door. Oh well never mind I expect he’s gone to meet his mates again”, she supposed rightly.
    She carried on the ironing and continued the conversation she had been having with the girls. She had lost interest in where he went when he left the house all she cared was that her daughters were happy and she was pleased that although they came from a poor background they had made friends with other children who had no hang-ups about social classes.
    She had met Julie’s friend’s mum at the school on the odd occasion and they seemed a very nice family. It was also obvious that Julie and Mandy where not only good friends but had over the years grown very close, even though their social classes was worlds apart. They would go into town just to window shop or to buy things they needed for school. Sometimes they would allow Rachel to tag