Sophie, 49
Seeing a van pull up outside, I called up the stairs. ‘Darren’s here!’
I shouted.
Bounding down, my son Chris, then 9, flew out of the door.
Following him, I watched him clamber into the van.
‘Make sure you do as your told,’ I called.
‘Yes, Mum,’ he sighed, rolling his eyes.
Then I smiled at my mate Darren in the driver’s seat.
‘Thanks for this,’ I said.
He’d come in for coffee, would have a laugh with us ‘Any time,’ he grinned.
It was 2014, and I’d met Darren, a handyman, years earlier when he’d popped into the shop where I worked.
We’d started off nattering, became fast friends.
He’d come in for coffee, would have a laugh with me and my hubby Tom, 37, and chat…