Mr Martin Riley

I had dropped off my daughter at Heathrow and had a few hours to kill before collecting my mother at the same airport Rather than spend the time at the airport as it was a bright summer morning I drove to WIndsor parked the car and went for a walk along the river. I switched on my mobile phone to check for any messages and saw the first one was from the wife of my best friend from my university years but we only see them now once or twice a year.It was still only about 9am by this time as my daughters flight to Moscow had necessitated an early start and so I hesitated to contact my friends wife so early on a Sunday morning. But the message began HELP and went on to explain she had lost our home phone number which she needed. My instinctive reaction was to call her and react to the word HELP. I did so and she answered but she had no recollection of sending this text message and had certainly not done so recently It transpired that she had sent the message but two years previously and it had been lost somewhere in the ether until the moment Iswitched on my mobile on that particular day at that moment. She had originally sent it to me to ask for our home number as they were planning to visit us but I had never received it. However what made it a remarkable coincidence was that my friend had been working for some time in Romania and was returning that very morning and due to land in Heathrow in one hours time .She suggested that I meet him and gave me flight details.This I did and we were able to meet and catch up having not been in touch for quite a long time and I was in the right place for the arrival of my mothers flight. H