It has been a cool couple of days, really,. Saturday evening saw us out in Lewisham, where we met with lyn’s friend mark. That was odd enough: quite uncannily, I randomly bumped into him and his p.a Denny on Thursday at communication works at school. As we had agreed due to my hurry that morning, Denny then phoned here and organised a Saturday night pub trip. That was a very cool evening, although we didn’t stay out for the big football match. During the meeting, though, we of course discussed the time, now six or seven years ago, that Denny had supported Lyn on one of our first weekends together up in Alsager. We then collectively recalled that that was the weekend when Lyn first met Charlotte, and we resolved that, since C now lives in Liverpool, as do Mark and Denny, meeting there would be fun. Denny suspected she and Mark would get on like a house on fire. I agreed, but thought no more about it after coming home and falling asleep on the sofa during the match.

But then the oddest thing happened. Yesterday was a quiet day: Sally cancelled the planned meeting; I went out but stayed out of the pubs. Last night, however, i got a Facebook message from Charlotte herself, proposing brunch this morning in new cross. I still hear from her from time to time, of course; but she’s such a busy person that the coincidence struck me as remarkable. She was down this weekend and couldn’t go back north without seeing her favourite cripple. Of course I went to meet her, and had a lovely coffee with her and her brother. During the discussion, what should be suggested but a meet up in Liverpool in August! I don’t ordinarily believe in things like fate, but it looks like the fates want me to go to Liverpool this summer. Even I must agree the coincidence is spooky. How odd that the two events happen in such quick succession – and how glorious. Looks like an awesome night out on merseyside is on the horizon.