Coincidences.

I enjoyed that portion of the book Steve, but I have no wish to buy it. Two reasons: 1) – there was quite enough to think about in just that bit. 2) – I like to allow for a little bit of magic in my life, and coincidence, to me, is one of those little bits of magic. I don’t want to have everything possible given an explanation. Physical laws are one thing, but dissecting every little bit of everyday life, is another.

Now here’s a bit of serendipity, a happy bit of magic which actually caused me real anxiety at first.

Late last year, I had what looked like a severe Prostate problem. My ding a ling bled and it scared me to death. I saw a lady GP who sent me for CT and MRI scans. The bleeding stopped, but infrequent demands from my bladder did not. The scans found that the Prostate had stopped bleeding, just settled for being enlarged and was OK, no cancer or any other growths. Big relief: and then my GP sent for me, having made an appointment to see another consultant. The scans had shown a growth on the tail of my pancreas, which led to the recent Op. Point being, without the prostate problem, scary as it was, the malignant pancreas growth would have continued and the probability is that I would at some point in the next year, be dead from very painful Pancreatic Cancer. Deep breath, carry on….

Do you believe in Doppelgangers, the fact that somewhere there is another person who looks like you? No, neither did I, until I started Air Tech training in the AAC. Came out of my block one fine Saturday morning and met some of the new intake in the next block. There was a guy who looked just like me, I mean just like me, a mirror image. He was even my height to the inch. None of my mates, or his mates, could believe it. We had a conversation and discovered that he had a totally different family name and ancestral background. We also discovered that we didn’t really like each other! Fortunately, he failed the course within a month and disappeared back into REME, probably to be a Vehicle Mechanic or some othe Trade. It seems that his personality was completely unlike my own: I believe I am an optimistic extrovert, interested in everything and everybody. He was a right surly, miserable bugga who rarely talked to his own intake, none of whom appeared to like him either.

Such is life!

Maybe my granddad had a very good bike. ? maybe his grandma was – well, you get the picture.??