crossing paths & fate

When talking to my late husband about our pasts, we discovered that: At the end of the 1960s I had worked in Kampala, in a building which had previously been the old British HIgh Commission. I showed my husband a picture of me sitting in a room which he said had been his office some years earlier, before the High Commission moved to a new building. In the early 1970s I left Uganda and worked in the British Embassy in another country to which at that time he had also been appointed, but this posting was cancelled, so we did not meet. Instead he was sent to a third country to which, coincidentally, I decided to move the following year, and where I applied for a job - and we met! His name was Kenneth George, my brother was George Kenneth. His father was also George, and so was mine. In 1964 whilst at secretarial College in Kent, I lodged with a lady whose son was away at university, so I never met him. About thirty-five years later, in a different part of the country, I saw a doctor (whose name I did not know) in my local GP surgery, and seeing his face I burst out: "I knew your mother" . I was right.