Never Again

In June 1995 my wife and I were touring the Dingle Peninsular. We decided to stop for lunch at the next place we came to, a small village the name of which I cannot now remember. We parked and walked down to the road junction and picked one of the two possible pubs. As we came to the door a woman approached from the opposite direction so that we arrived and entered simultaneously. We were the only customers. The landlady asked for our orders and obviously knew the woman who had entered with us. We gave our orders and the landlady asked the woman who her friends were. She explained that she didn't know us and that we had simply arrived at the same moment. The landlady said that she had thought we were friends because we were also English. In conversation it then transpired that not only did this woman, who owned a small cottage in the village, actually live in St Leonards-on-Sea (Sussex) but also lived in a house not 50 meters from our own home in St Leonards-on-Sea. We had not ever seen each other prior to this encounter, nor have we since. !