A surfeit of fours

In 2005 we were living and working in London but travelling back here to France very frequently. To make the journey easier, we bought a small new car which would be left at the airport in Toulouse when we returned to London. We picked up our new car from the garage and drove around a bit for a couple of days before we had to head back to London. Very early on the Monday morning we got into the car and left to drive to Toulouse airport to catch the early morning flight to Gatwick. About two thirds of the way along the motorway I idly glanced at the instrument panel. The time was 4.44 am, coincidentially at the same moment the speedo was showing 444 kilometres. It all began to feel a bit spooky when we realised that the date was Monday 4th April. Unfortunately, we were a year too late as it was 2005. However, I think 444 kilometres at 4.44am on the 4th day of the 4th month wasn’t bad going as a coincidence, unless the real coincidence was that I chanced to look up at the right moment.