A Strange Coincidence
At our Jack's soccer class on Sunday there was an Englishman there with a son also called Jack. I asked him where he was from in England and he said "You won't have heard of it. I was born in Ormskirk". I said "me too!" Turns out we were born in the same hospital, went to the same high school and hung out at the same places. He is about 3 years older than me but his sister was in my year at school. He asked if I knew her and I didn't - maybe because she was in a cleverer class than me or maybe because I've drunk a lot of wine since 1985 and killed off lots of brain cells.
I was amazed how much history we had in common and was thinking maybe we met for a reason - are he and his family meant to be our new buddies? Then I asked him what he did for a living and he told me he was a renowned maths professor. Ahhh. Not so much in common then, since I can barely turn a calculator on.
So a bizarre coincidence but I'm not sure it has any meaning. He'll be there each week so no doubt we'll be chatting about Old Blighty and I'll try not to make a complete ass of myself.