Mum had been a little teary at my parting but had sent me on my way with fresh crockery and a cake – everything a girl needs. So now I had a room of my own – Virginia Woolf would be proud. The next task was to find a job, which wasn’t proving as easy as I’d imagined. Adam’s offer was lurking in the back of my mind and I was close to calling – two months into my London resurgence and I was growing weary. Still, at least the weather conditions had stopped being quite as arctic and spring was showing signs of coming to life, with our next-door neighbour’s window box housing some stunted mini-Daffodils. Not quite a riot of yellow but a gentle hint at what was to come. Plus, by my reckoning Lucy should be just about home by now. I decided to give her some space to settle back into life but hoped she’d been looking forward to seeing me as much as I’d been thinking about her. She’d sent me a couple of texts from Sydney telling me about her bar and sunshine-filled exploits.
