Cambridge Coincidences Collection

My mother's favourite tune in the 50's was 'Beware my Foolish Heart'. It was a beautiful song but I have never heard it played since. I was travelling down to Sydney last year with my husband and we stopped off at a hotel in Bangkok for 3 days. On arrival we walked into the lobby and a pianist was playing this song. I couldn't believe it and it brought back such lovely memories. On our way back from Sydney we stopped over again at the same hotel for a further 3 days and during both our stays there I never once saw a pianist playing the piano in the lobby let alone playing 'Beware my Foolish Heart'.

My friend who is an opltician told me that last year one of her Clients told her that she was going to China specifically to see the Terracotta Soldiers. Later that year she was passing a charity shop and saw a 'terracotta soldier' inside and thought I will buy that for my client. Later that day and almost a year later the Client came into her premises for an eye test

I recently spent two weeks in a remote holiday cottage in Kintyre,Scotland. I got into conversation with a gentleman who was living permanently in one of the other cottages and found out that he used to live in Bournemouth,Dorset where I have always lived.When he told me the name of the road in which he had resided this rang a bell as it is a very small close. I then asked him if he had been a driving instructor in the early sixties. He confirmed that he had run a small driving school and I was able to tell him that he had taught me to drive in 1960 ,getting me through the test first time! I had not seen him since the day I passed my test.

My parents gave me a gold bangle, engraved on the inside with my name and the date, for my 21st birthday. I wore it almost every day until, after a weekend at my sister-in-law's, I realised it was missing. My daughter, then aged about 4, liked to play with my jewellery box (sounds grand, but wasn't really), and occasionally would hide items under cushions or pillows. I grilled her, but she always denied having played with the bangle. My sister-in-law searched her house, to no avail. Eventually, I gave up looking, but always felt, oddly, that it would turn up, and so it did. Six years later my sister-in-law phoned to say they had found my bangle. Her husband, a devoted gardener, had suddenly decided that there must be some good stuff in the compost bin because he hadn't emptied it for years. Among the compost he found what he thought was one of those metal fasteners that used to hold the lids on pots of fish paste. My bangle had been sitting in the compost bin for 6 years having fallen off my wrist while we enjoyed a sunny afternoon in the garden and then been swept up with the lawn clippings.