I had lunch with (now divorced)ex nun. Nice to see her. SHe was my tutor at university so many years go.
We chatted. We talked about books. And life, We roamed into continuities. Genetics.
We talked about spooky coincidneces.
We went inside for a cup of tea.
A voice cried out, "Mary?"
Another vouce cried out, "Nick?".

Inside the same caff were two folk from my year (class of 77)

We had not met for 34 years, yet we end up in the same caff at the same time on the same day. How the fuck does that werk, like?