“Hi, honey, it’s Brie—okay if Harry and I pop round shortly? Because there’s something I think you need to see.” Jess’s brain gave itself a feeble kickstart. Bloody Brianna—what was she doing phoning at such a godforsaken time of the morning? Honestly, just because Harry always ensured she was up at sparrow’s fart didn’t mean everybody else had to be. “What’s so important you’re ringing me at the crack of dawn then?” “It’s actually after eight but never mind that. I will show you what it’s all about when I get there.” “I thought you had your Save our Playgroup meeting this morning?” “I did but I cancelled. See you in an hour.” She’d hung up before Jess had a chance to quiz her further and wide awake now, she padded through to the kitchen, puzzling over what it was she wanted to show her. Whatever it was, it had sounded like something worthy of an extra strong caffeine fix, especially if Brianna was missing one of her meetings in order to pop over.
