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Chatting to a colleague in work, she seemed a little stressed out.

‘I can’t find a babysitter,’ Lily*, 33, groaned, as we were serving on the tills at the convenience store where we worked.

‘When do you need one?’ I asked her.

‘Well, I was hoping to go out for a bit on Boxing Day,’ she said.

‘I’ll do it,’ I told her, without hesitation.

Lily and I had been friends for eight years after we met at the shop where we were regularly on shift with one another.

‘You deserve to let your hair down,’ I smiled.

‘Rachel, are you sure?’ she asked.

I nodded and she squealed with delight, throwing her arms around me.

When I told my husband, Wayne, 41, what I’d agreed to, he wasn’t happy.

‘But it’s Christmas time,’ he said. ‘And you’ve got a family of your own.’

‘I know,’ I