Cambridge Coincidences Collection

I work for a motorfactors in Cornwall as a delivery driver. On Dec 10 2009 a customer asked for a industrial fan to be delivered to their site which we had sold to them but had been storing until they needed it. On arrival to their site, for the first time, with the delivery at approx 2.00pm, I went to their office and asked where they wanted me to offload the item. There was about 10 people in the office but nobody new anything about this delivery and began ringing allover the site trying to find who had called my workplace. After about 10 to 15 mins of waitng around I was about ready to give up and continue with my run when a guy arrived in the office and asked if I was delivering his fan. At last I thought, and with his help promptly unloaded the fan and gave him the invoice, he signed for it, and I left site. The firms name was Sita, a large recycling company. What I haven't told you is that our daughter was expecting our first grandchild and the birth was slightly overdue. At 4.00pm my wife called me to say our daughter had given birth by C section to a baby girl just after 2.00pm. What's the babies name I asked. Sita she replied.

I was born on August 17th 1939; my only child was born on August 17th 1968. I remarried in the 70's and my second husband always made a joke of the fact that August 17th was my special day as, being an avid reader of fiction I always pointed out the fact that that date often figured in the plot. He used to sarcastically say that anything important was bound to happen on August 17th. He died suddenly and unexpectedly aged 58, of an Abdominal,Aeortic Aneurism, on August 17th 1996, thus ensuring that that date could never be truly celebrated again.

I live in London. The event happened in May 2010, I was travelling with my wife and my child in Boston (Massachussets) for our holidays. Our journey was not associated to any professional activity. I was visiting a friend with whom I did (some) of my studies in Paris. During our visit our friends suggested us to visit the Museum of Natural History of Havard University in Cambridge. During my visit, I suddenly and unpexpectedly came across a person with whom I have some regular professional contacts and relations. This person is American, he is a physician from California. He currently works and lives in Tokyo. He happened to study chemistry in Havard and was invited by the Alumni to celebrate a special anniversary at the Havard University. He was taking the opportunity of his journey in Havar to visit the same museum. We were both in complete disbelief (it took me several hours to get over this incredible experience). We have of course taken a picture to celebrate and immortalise this almost improbable encounter.

My sister Pip was a great reader of books, from childhood onwards. We had an aunt, Jean, who gave us lots of books (but not this one). Pip read The Stone Cage in childhood, loved it and, as an adult, was on the lookout for a copy. She visited secondhand bookshops regularly (this was before the days of Ebay and Amazon). One day she found what she'd been searching for - a copy of The Stone Cage. She opened it up and read on the flyleaf 'To Pip, with love from Jean'. She didn't buy it as she said it felt too weird.