In my earlier 30s I worked in London, a lot. In fact so much so that I’d spend Monday to Friday in and out of all sorts of pubs and hotels finding somewhere within my budget to stay. I got used to the evenings alone, popping out to eat, grabbing a few drinks and back to my room to get my head down ready to start again. I got into a proper routine. This particular evening I was staying in a hotel on Borough High Street. I...