The Plough was always busy on a Thursday, so Liz and Emma were lucky to find stools at the bar. The pub had seen better days, but it was conveniently placed for both women, midway between their workplaces. Plus, they had become chummy with Jake, the manager, who mixed a decent Martini.
‘I don’t understand it!’ Liz shouted in Emma’s ear to be heard above the chatter and David Bowie’s. ‘I’ve been on this dating site a
