The great thing about staying
in one place.
I happened to see an ad
looking for people willing to take part in a study concerning osteoporosis.
Never having time to call during the two or three periods when they are there,
I sent an e-mail to the responsible person.
She transmitted my request to
another colleague who sent me an e-mail giving her direct line and the
instructions to call (I had mentioned that as I travel a lot it might be a bit
of a challenge to fix a date). I did so this morning.
As I read the signature, the
name rang a (vague) bell, but I couldn’t really say why. During our short conversation I mentioned
where I lived and that the hour she wanted to give me was difficult for traffic
reasons, not because I slept in. When she learned of my address she had another
option at a hospital closer to me (at least closer in terms of traffic as
cross-country by the back roads) and mentioned that she too lived in my
village.
I said where? She replied – I
said, interesting one of my younger son’s best friends lived on that street and
gave her the name to which she replied that they had been their next-door
neighbors. The penny finally dropped – “you’re C’s mother I said” (I’m S’s”:
she is the mother of one of my younger son’s primary school classmates!
It’s a small world when you
stay long enough in one spot.
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