Day 60

She turned into the pub. Through the entrance. It suddenly occurred to her that she had no idea what Sophie Challerton looked like. She tried to imagine – about 28? 25? It was a young but forceful voice. Blonde – yes, she felt sure she would be blonde. She sounded vibrant, in control and lively. Blonde and petite.

She pushed through the doors and stared into the gastropub. No need to worry.

Across the room, a vibrant, in control and lively blonde waved, “Here Pat. Over here!”

How did she recognise her? How did the ‘in control’ blonde know her?

Because she was in control. It’s what Sophie Challerton does. She takes control.