She threw laundry into the washing machine, jotted ideas onto a grocery list and listened to Thea Gilmour’s Regardless. Her mum called and she said later, her friend sally buzzed a text and she said maybe. She stacked books strewn from a busy week, put on fresh bedding and stared at the rain. She hoped she hadn’t left her nice Alpaca scarf in the pub in Soho as she couldn’t find it anywhere. She grabbed her Burberry, slammed the front door and headed for a coffee to go. And then onto the pub to query; she wanted that scarf back.