This has a foot in both camps of my life.
It’s been an interesting few days, full of coincidences and chance meetings.
I’m the sort of person who believes that if you are on the right path, then things go right and coincidences happen as part of that confirmation.
( Just as I wrote that line, Dynamo the magician playing on the telly in the background said : My grandfather always told me that there was no such thing as coincidences, just things that were waiting to happen… )
Well back to my true story.
Last time I held my market stall in Brixton Station Road
( a very seldom affair) , a very lovely man spent an awful long time pouring over my stock , clearly deep in thought. I’m quite a shy sort, and I’m not quick to offer help so waited for the inevitable inquiry.
” Could you make a dog to order? I’ve…
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