You know that darkest hour in films, where the plucky heroes have been battling away for hours, defeating a series of foes, only to look up and realise that they are surrounded by a host of enemies covering the entire area, as far as the eye can see?
That bit where you can see in their eyes that they've realised their position is hopeless, and they summon all their courage and decide to go down fighting, because they are doomed whatever they do? The darkest hour when you really don't want to watch any longer because it is so hopeless and sad. Then, after all hope is lost, someone hears a distant trumpet call, something is happening on the horizon, and all of a sudden unexpected reinforcements come pouring over the hills on all sides (or in attack helicopters/space ships depending on the film)? Arriving just in time to sweep the enemy hordes before them and grant a reprieve to the embattled warriors?
Well, that's how it felt listening to the HoL debate the Ministerial and other Maternity Allowances Bill yesterday. No wonder so many of us were fighting back tears of relief.