Cambridge Coincidences Collection

Earlier I purchased some organic beef borgounian flavored dog treats made by a company called Bocce and still have them in the trunk of my car. I met with my neighbor last night and he told me about a dog breed I have never heard of called a Bocce and looks similiar to a Yorkshire terrier.

Just recently I have taken to watching old air-crash films as I tend to follow documentaries explaining what goes wrong with crashed airliners,and the feature films recreate these scenarios in dramatic circumstances.<br /><br /> One of the more recent films I looked back on was 'Falling from the sky:Flight 174' with William Devane.<br /><br /> This flight had to do an emergency landing at Gimli when it was headed for Montreal and found the runway full of people on a car rally,including some kids on bikes. Nevertheless it landed.<br /><br /> Today I was watching 'Urban Legends' where one is supposed to pick out true and false stories from those told. Two guys in one story,claimed to have been cycling on a runway and chased down it by an airliner at Gimli.<br /><br /> Of course I knew it was true,because I'd only just watched the film about the same flight!

While on a sailing holiday in the Mediterranean last year (2016), our three children became good friends with the children of another family. After a few days, my youngest son remarked that our family really did have a lot in common with the other children's family. I asked why that was and he explained that their parents and I were in the same profession. The mother and I chatted pleasantly all afternoon before we realised we had worked for the same local radio station at the same time twenty-five years earlier. Over dinner with the two families, it emerged that her husband and my husband grew up just streets apart in London. The father's sister works at the same school attended by one of my children and the mother's brother used to teach there. When I told this story of co-incidences to a new colleague at work, it transpired that her sister was married to the former business partner of the man who owned the company that ran the sailing holiday.

It was October 1998, day seven of a new job in London, my home city, but one I had not lived in for thirteen years since I had left home. I was travelling to work by tube and needed to change from the Jubilee line to the Central line at Bond Street. It was rush hour and there was a long queue at the bottom of the only escalator that was in use. As I stood waiting, I recognised a familiar looking figure from behind, standing two people in front of me. It was an old school friend I had not seen or heard from in a decade, but someone to whom I had always been attracted. I called out his name. He turned, saying hello and then declared how strange it was, but that he had just been thinking of me! He didn't normally travel to work on the Central line, but had recently changed jobs. We were both single and started dating. Almost two years later our first of three children was born. It's strange to think that had either of us set out that day seconds later or got on a different carriage of the tube, we might never have married each other or had our children.