My wife died last year. I'm now in the very early stages of seeing a woman I've known on and off for 30 years, all going nicely, very low key. So last Saturday, I was out for dinner with some friends in a completely different circle, when the wife of the couple asked me how Christine is. I talked about Christine for a bit, then she explained to my friend's sister, who was at the dinner and is in yet another social circle, that I am in the early stages of going out with this woman, and what she did for a living. The sister then turned out to know her from a yoga group. This was mildly surprising, given there are 8m+people in London, but it happens. But then my friend's sister started looking as if something was troubling her. She denied there was anything up, but she was clearly concerned about something. Over the next week, it turned out that after my wife's death, my daughter had invited a few women to pick over my wife's jewellery in case they would like a keepsake. My friend, the host of the dinner party, picked a very distinctive and unusual necklace.