It was a lovely Sunday morning and I was walking around Kings Cross with my massive new dog. He was a large, gentle “Swiss thing” with a lolling tongue.
We walked into a warehouse-sized venue which was all vintage leather sofas and posh waiters. On stage, two rock drummers were playing with a string quartet. This place was as cool as my dog AND me. We, sat down, ordered tea and that’s when I saw HIM. Surely this was the third time that we had bumped into each other in random venues? He knew my name and ruffled the dog’s fur. At last – love!