Coincidences.

Life is full of them.   My nephew's wife was talking about my brother who sadly died in a nursing home in 2007.  She said he once shared a room with the father-in-law of George Aligiah.   I had just written about G.A. in my blog  but she had not read it!  Two of my guests from different sides of the family look after people's dogs while their owners are on holiday.  Another is attending courses at the City Literary Institute where I went in the 1940s and three nephews from different branches of the family had a common interest in the West Hampshire Regiment.  One gentleman was interested in a particular project that my daughter is working on. Also it turns out that my brother's grandson is working for the company that helped to provide the memorial to Ernie and his crew in Denmark.  I could go on, but isn't life extraordinary?