P.O.Box 115 Rochester

In l966, newly returned from living in Tanzania, I ordered a wig (very fashionable at the time). it didn't fit, so I jumped in the car, drove from West Kingsdown to Rochester, looking for P.O.Box 115!! Yes, I know, stupid, but ignorant was my middle name! I arrived in Rochester at a T-junction with a huge dark brick wall facing, no signs of any description to be seen, and decided to turn right. Between the first two buildings was a large entrance with a man standing on the pavement. When I asked if he knew where P.O.Box 115 was, he soon put me straight that this was not a proper address, and did I have any further info. "Wigs", I said. "You're in luck, I think there are wigs being packed on the second floor through here" ......... The very place I needed to be. Luck? Coincidence?