It’s funny how things work out, isn’t it? I don’t know what it’s called, really. Probably has lots of names. You know, like the time you don’t plan anything but need to talk to someone. You run into a dear friend in the supermarket who suggests you both grab a coffee. Or the time you see the perfect puppies for sale in last week’s newspaper and you phone the number thinking you’ve missed out but there’s one left. She turns out to be your best friend.