Huddled up on my sofa, I watched as the snow fell outside, covering the pavement in a thick, white blanket.
‘It’s so cold,’ I said with a shiver. ‘I wouldn’t want to be homeless tonight.’
‘Me neither,’ said my sister Faye, 33.
It was a Wednesday evening in March this year, and way below freezing.
Working as a Community Coordinator for a housing association, I knew there would be people sleeping rough that night.
As a single mum of three boys - Taylor, 18, Jack, 15, and Cale, 11 - it broke my heart.
‘Poor Kieran,’ I heard Jack say.
‘Who’s Kieran?’ I asked.
‘He’s just a mate of mine,’ said Jack. ‘He’s been sleeping in an abandoned train carriage for months.’
‘He was in a tent before that,’ Jack…
