Terrie has officially upped the ante… and David is in bits. One minute they’ve three kids, the next it feels like five — because Terrie has brought home not one, but TWO foster puppies from the NSPCA. They’re seven weeks old, adorable puppies and suddenly David’s packing for Portugal while Terrie’s bracing herself to solo-parent the full zoo.

Also on the menu: the Brown Thomas carpark scrape that’ll cost a small fortune, a chaotic night that turns into 4am shots with The Weeknd’s security, and the big “sober curious” chat—are they finally giving up the drink?

Back from Portugal and absolutely banjaxed, Terrie and David sit on the couch doing a full post-holiday debrief: too much travel, too many jobs, a front door full of packages, and the strong realisation that the kids mightn’t see another holiday till they’re 16 or 17.

They get into the chaos of “family holidays” — the constant complaining, naps getting ruined, apartments vs hotels, and why the heat nearly finished them.

Plus: the Faro Airport queue from hell with private-jet VIP drama, Terrie’s Aldi “supermarket sweep”, a chaotic birthday dinner, and David’s mysteriously purple finger.

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