>> >>Life, is so full of coincidences.
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>> You're not wrong.
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>> In a friend's bar, in Santiago, Chile about 2 months ago, chatting with the manager
>> who I know fairly well. Turns out about 45 years ago and 8,000 miles away
>> we were playing for rival rugby teams and *must* have played against each other.
>>
Called at a house in a remote village at the foothills of the Preselis to make a delivery about ten years back and got talking to the woman who had an obvious London accent. On comparing notes it turned out her parents had been my next door neighbours for years when I was growing up in east London. She herself had moved out to get married the year we moved in and I vaguely remembered her.
Her father (A lovely bloke) had been waiting outside to tell me that my father was dead after I got a call to come home from work one evening because he'd had an accident.
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