This morning I remembered the oddest thing, a coincidence that really made me sit up and question how strangely things can turn out when you arn't "looking", so to speak.
In 1986, when I lived in York I briefly dated a general nurse called Fiona. Our relationship was basically platonic in nature, but it was all very intense and "serious" given the fact that at the time both of us were....well......very intense and serious people, she more than I , as I recall
Of course both of us went our own ways in life, so you can probably imagine the surprise I felt when I was driving through Crooksmoor , a scruffy suburb of Sheffield some 18 years later when I saw her pushing a pram down a tree lined avenue.
I stopped the car and got out with my dog on his lead, and we walked over to say hello.
It was lovely to see her again. Apparently she had worked as an alternative therapist all over the world, met her husband in Italy and had helped open a restaurant with him not two miles from where we lived in Hillsborough.
A small world eh?
On the spur of the moment we went for a coffee at a student cafe nearby and as we shared gossip, she showed me her son who was fast asleep in his pram.
"what's his name" I asked
"Finlay.." she said " but we all call him Fin"
I had to laugh a little......and I picked up the Welsh Terrier who was sat at my feet
"Meet my son", I told her
"What's his name? " Fiona asked
"Finlay" I said with a smile