ElevenWorcestershire
Karen knocked on the door on a blustery Monday morning. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, feeling more like winter than the beginning of spring. The door opened, warmth spilling out onto the front step.
“Hi, Mum. Thanks for popping round.”
“That's okay, love,” she said as she stepped into the hallway, removing her coat. She hung it on the bottom of the bannister before following her daughter into the kitchen. The warm lighting was a welcome refuge from the onslaught outside. “How was Jasper this morning?”
“Fine, I think. I dropped him at school and spoke to his teacher. She's going to keep an eye on him. Any problems and she said she'd call me straight away.”
“That's good. So, are you going to fill me in?”
“Sure. Do you want a coffee?”
“Why not,” Karen
