Tipping ground coffee into the cafetiere, the rich scent filled the whole kitchen.
As the kettle clicked, I poured the boiling hot water to the very top.
I’d been gifted a cafetiere back in April 2019, and I always made fresh coffee for me and my mum Jenny, 63, for our regular catch ups.
Living five minutes away, Mum always came over to watch my son Arthur, then two, and daughter Polly, then five, while I cooked dinner.
They were always well behaved, but Arthur had a habit of following me around constantly.
Whatever Mummy was doing, he wanted to get involved, too.
‘You’re like my little shadow,’ I giggled at him, right on my heels as we walked out to the garden.
While I waited for Mum
