A call for the dead

My first stepfather was called Leonard Percy Williams. When we lived in at 59 Westleigh Avenue in Leigh-on-Sea his bank, National Povincial sent him a statement for another customer by mistake, Leonard Pacey Williams. The follow up to this which really creeped me out was in 1966. Leo had died in Ghana in I think 1957, my mother had moved to Putney in SW London. She later remarried and moved to Scotland and I bought her little town house in Putney. Our phone number was Putney 5899. We moved in the day England beat Portugal in the semi-final of the World Cup. A few months later the phone rings. I answer. "Can I speak to Leo Williams" "I'm afraid he is dead" "Oh my God when was that?" "In 1957 in Accra." "He can't have - I spoke to him yesterday" "What Leo Williams do you mean?" "Leo Williams of Westleigh Avenue" "Yes that was him." Long pause as penny drops. "What number did you dial?" "Putney 5898" "Did you mean Westleigh Avenue, Putney?" "Yeesss" "We were at Westleigh Avenue, Leigh-on-Sea" "Thank God. Sorry to trouble you. Goodbye" Chris Boddington