Meant to be

Funny how things happen sometimes, almost like they’re just meant to be.

I’d only been thinking about him – OK, dreaming about him – last week. There he was, in an overgrown garden, helping me search for my missing wellington boots so that I could…

Well, you know what dreams are like: they make perfect sense while you’re dreaming, but as soon as you try to explain them to someone else, they fall apart. So, basically, I had a dream in which my old boyfriend Kevin had a starring role.

And then…

‘I’m looking for that new book about coincidences,’ I said to the young woman behind the counter.

I was in the bookshop in Sutton Coldfield. I could’ve got the book online, but I prefer actual shopping, and like to do my bit to keep the high street alive. The book was going to be a birthday present for my nephew.

The young woman behind