MUM’S GIRLS

London with husband Brendan and their two children. Her Thursday to Sunday constituency home often had an empty fridge.

“The night before she was killed, Jo was home at the cottage in Cleckheaton,” Jean, a former school secretary, says.

“She rang up at 9.45pm to say ‘mum, I’ve nothing in. Have you got any bananas? Can you do me bananas and custard?’

“So I did her banana custard, and her dad Gordon, because he was wrapped round her little finger, drove it over and he stayed for a chat. When we chatted on the phone about the banana custard, Jo said ‘love you mum’ and that was the last thing she said to me. It’s the last thing she said to Gordon as well.”

The next day, a week before the EU referendum, Jo went to her surgery as usual. “It was the Euro 2016 Englandwales game,” Jean says.

“We were watching TV with cups of coffee. Jo was born during the World Cup 1974. It was Scotland v Yugoslavia. I know that because we had a Scottish doctor and I had to wait.”

During the football match, the phone rang. It was one of Jo’s aides, saying Jo had been shot in Birstall. We don’t talk about the neo-nazi the family never names. The man who hated Jo’s compassion towards refugees and shouted “Britain first” as he shot and stabbed Jo.

“Today, I would rather talk about PC Craig Nicholls and PC Jonathan Wright who tackled him,” Jean says.

“They are the heroes we want people to remember. Two young lads, who were applauded in Parliament last week.”

And Kim nods. “I’d rather remember the plumber Darren Playford who tracked Jo’s attacker,” she says. “And Bernard Kenny, what a wonderful man, stabbed trying to protect Jo. Bernard and Jo shared the same birthday isn’t that crazy?”

There is a long pause during which nobody speaks. Then Kim says: “I’m not going to give in to anger and despair. If you let them in, you lose, and I will allow anything else to be taken from

Tackling right-wing extremism one of the reasons Jo wanted to co back and be an MP, she says. “She wa a career MP. She wanted to mak difference to people’s lives.”

As the cake bakes, Gordon, 7 former factory production mana looks in from time to time.

We look at pictures of Jo’s beau kids – Cuillin, seven, on his first sch trip, and five-year-old Lejla absei down a 300 foot cliff.

“We do our best, but those big day the kids’ lives, you just think, Jo sho be there,” Gordon says. “She was su fantastic mum,” Kim adds.

As we talk, Kim is going through