Ongoing coincidences.

I lived in Nuneaton and was at the High School from 1951 to 1957. There was a man, obviously waiting for a lift each morning, and we gradually started to say "Good morning". I left school and got a job, for which I had to go on a week's course in Birmingham: opposite me, on the train, was this man, so I greeted him as usual. We got talking - he was a psychologist, giving some lectures that week, so we travelled up and down together . I moved to Essex in 1959, and several months later my mother said that she'd met a man in the local shop who knew me, and that she'd invited him over that evening, because he was lodging at the bungalow immediately opposite ours, and was moving the following day. Some years later, I was telling the story to one of my staff as we were discussing coincidences, and I told her that I never knew his name. "It's Mallobane" she said - he was the father of her boyfriend! We never met again, though I half expected that we would!