"Alright, Stace?" Nessa greeted, wearing a purple Lycra spandex, striding towards Stacey where she sat in her booth. "What's occurin'?"

"Hiya Ness," Stacey replied, putting her phone away. "How you doing?"

"Oh, I'm shipshape and shiny," She answered, coming up to the counter. "Alright, I'll have a Lion Bar, two ice creams, a Calippo, an Iron Bru and a Kit Kat – actually forget the KitKat,"

"Are you cutting down?" Stacey asked, as she handed Nessa her order.

"Yeah, my nutritionist has told me that in eight out of ten cases, children who grow up with obese parents are likely to be obese themselves. So I'm going to lead by example! Plus, Christmas is comin' up, I have to look my best – it's my first Christmas with both my boys!"

"Well that's nice!" She smiled, adding up her order on the cash register. "Are you not cold in that?" She added, gesturing to the Spandex.

"It's December, Stace," Nessa stated.

"Exactly," Stacey replied, zipping up her own fleece with the Marco's logo on it.

"Oh, don't get smart with me! My corpulent layers keep the cold out!" She snapped.

"OK… that's £3.98,"

"Tidy," Nessa grunted and reached down her bra and pulled out her sheepskin purse.

"Ness, what did the police tell you – if they catch you doing that in public again you're going on the list!" Stacey warned.

"Oh Stace, don't say it as though I don't know – it was me stuck in that Police Cell!" She leant closer to her and glanced left and right before whispering. "I'm not naming names, but if only you knew how many favours I had to give to get out of there – and I'm talkin' sexual!" She sighed and counted out the money, passing it to Stacey before adding. "I was raw for weeks!"

"Ness, I thought you'd put all that behind you," Stacey replied.

"So did I, Stace." She paused. "Fuck it, give me the Kit Kat."

Stacey nodded and passed it over to her.

"What do I owe you?" Nessa asked reaching for her purse.

"98p," She replied, putting it in the till. "You coming in?"

"No, I best not - I have to get moving while my heart rate's still up," Nessa said, "But I'll hang around for a few just while I do my stretches." As she finished speaking, she began doing her squats and lunges.

"How's house hunting going?" Stacey asked, leaning over the counter.

"Well, we're figuring out our options. I mean there's Barry, Cardiff, Billericay, London, Dundee, Vietnam. I mean I'm welcomed all over the world, Nelson'd be delighted to have me back," Nessa panted, mid squat, a thin layer of sweat began to appear across her forehead.

"Nelson?" Stacey prompted.

"Mandela." She enlightened, pausing to crack open her can of Irn Bru and take a swig.

"Barry won't be the same without you, Nessa," Stacey professed.

"I've had a countless number of people say the same thing to me, Stace, and normally I'm not a fan of favouritism, but I might just stick around – you're special." She stated, unwrapping her Cornetto and taking a massive bite.

"Aww, thanks, Ness," Stacey smiled.

"Tidy," Nessa grunted, straightening up and adjusting her spandex, then scooping up her snacks. "Alright I'm done - I'll see you later."

"Bye," Stacey said, waving to her best friend as waddled away.

"Mum!" Stacey called, as she opened Gwen's front door. "Mum, it's me!"

"We're through here, Stacey!" Bryn called from the living room.

"Hiya, love!" Shouted Gwen, I'm doin' an omelette, you want one?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Stacey laughed as she hung her jacket and bag over the banister. "I'll have Ham and mushroom if you're doing one!" She added, going through to the living room.

"Well hello!" Bryn exclaimed, jumping up and holding his arms out to his niece.

"Hi, Uncle Bryn," She smiled, hugging him.

"How is that little baby?" He grinned, placing his hands on Stacey's bulging stomach.

"Oh, he's doin' fine," Stacey replied, "kicking me into kingdom come – but apparently that's a good thing!"

"Well at least he's lively," Bryn asserted, sitting back down.

"You OK, Stace?" Gwen asked, coming through with a tray with the omelettes on.

"Aye, I'm fine," Stacey answered, as her Mum put her tray down on the coffee table.

"Alright now, Bryn yours is the one with the pickles on the side and Stace yours is the one with the ham and mushroom."

"Thank you very much, Gwen." Bryn exclaimed, leaning forward and tucking into his omelette.

"Oh, now come here you and give your Mum a cuddle." Gwen said, hugging her daughter. "How's my grandson?" She asked, sitting down on the settee next to Stacey.

"Oh, he's doin' fine," Stacey replied, "kicking me to kingdom come – but apparently that's a good thing!"

"For some reason, I'm getting the strangest sense of de-ja vu," Bryn stated.

"Yeah, me too," Stacey agreed.

"Well I'm not!" Gwen protested.

"You must not have the gift, Gwen!" Bryn said, nodding knowingly.

"Anyway, he's gonna be a right little footballer," Stacey smiled, leaning back into the leather. "My own little Christiano Ronaldo,"

"But he's Portuguese," Gwen piped up, looking confused.

"Yeah, but he's a footbal…" Stacey began, then added. "Never mind,"

"Stacey, but the question is - how are you?" Bryn asked, brandishing his fork at her.

"I'm actually fine – I'm not having mood swings, I'm not in any pain, I don't feel any different!" She shrugged.

"Oh you just wait!" Gwen laughed, popping omelette into her mouth.

"Wait for what?" Stacey asked, slightly bemused.

"The eighth month!" Gwen replied.

"The eight month in what?" she queried

"Your pregnancy, you silly sausage!" Bryn put in.

"Every woman in my family – all we Joneses, no problems, no pains then BANG!" she shouted making them both jump. "When you hit eight months your life will never be the same again."

"Mum, you're starting to scare me," Stacey confessed.

Gwen nodded, sympathetically. "I'm only trying to warn you love,"

"Are we still on for tomorrow?" Bryn asked, cutting his pickled into six little pieces.

"What?" Stacey asked, turning to her uncle.

"Car hunting!" Bryn enlightened. "I've got the Picasso all geared up! A fresh tank of fuel. Charged up the Sat-Nav - she's rearing to go – tomorrow, Stace, you just wait, tomorrow, you and your husband will have the car of your dreams!"

"Well I like it," Gwen admitted, as she stared at the car before her.

"Yeah, it has a bit of individuality," Stacey agreed, walking round it, giving it another once over.

"It's yellow," Gavin stated, simply, folding his arms over his chest.

"Yeah," Stacey said, "Individuality,"

He looked at her. "Babe, we're not getting a yellow car!" He said, firmly.

"Well, why not?" She asked standing next to him as they both looked at the car.

"Two reasons," He explained, "One – I'm the only one who's gonna drive it and I'm not prepared to make myself look like a tit…" he trailed off.

"And the second reason?" Stacey pressed, looking at it.

He shrugged, and added. "It's… yellow,"

"Stacey! Gavin! Gwen!" Came Bryn's excited voice. "Come and look at this!"

"What is it?" Gwen asked, as the three of them approached him.

"Look!" He insisted, excitedly. "This car is the very same as my Picasso!"

Gavin and Stacey looked at each other and then around the courtyard where dozens of cars stood, at least five identical to Bryn's Picasso.

"Yeah, what are the chances?" Stacey asked, linking her arm through his. "C'mon, Uncle Bryn, let's look inside." And the two of them made their way inside towards the entrance.

"I mean she's not serious is she?" Gavin asked his Mother-in-Law, glancing once more at the car before him.

Gwen nodded and resettled her handbag on her shoulder. "I think so, love," she replied, and then added. "Is there no chance that your old car could be mended?"

He shook his head, "No, total write off," He stated, "Got fifty quid for it at the scrap yard, though," He gave the group of cars they were stood in the middle of a fleeting look.

"Well if you ask me - that's a bit of a rip off!" She said, as they crossed to the other side of the lot.

"Hello, Gavin! Gwen!" Came Bryn's voice and they looked over to see him jumping up and down at the entrance, waving at them and gesturing them to come over.

"I think he wants us to go over," Gwen said to Gavin and the two of them headed over to where Bryn was still manically jumping up and down.

"Come and look at this!" He exclaimed, and led them inside to where Stacey was circling a black Golf. "This car is absolutely splendid!"

"More that the other six?" Gwen quipped, as she and Gavin walked towards it.

"Yes." He replied, triumphantly. "And I'll tell you for why – look!" He pointed to the dashboard. "It has a built in Sat-Nav!"

"So it does!" Gwen replied, surprised.

"I'll go and get the chap over there!" He added, and headed off towards the front desk.

Gavin and Stacey glanced at each other.

"I think this means we've found our car," Gavin muttered and she nodded.