telephone boxes

I was on holiday in London in the old days of concertina wooden doors to telephone kiosks in Piccadilly Underground phoning my Aunt and I asked her when she had last seen her brother - my Uncle. I moved position in the box and discovered he was on the phone in the next box
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Date submitted:Sat, 14 Jan 2012 08:48:39 +0000Coincidence ID:3556


Over 30 years ago, when Lake Orta in Italy was a little known holiday destination I was sitting by the lake overhearing a couple talking about their neighbour who happened to be someone I had been a student with at College some 30 years before and who I had not seen all that time.