I went out for a Christmas Meal with some friends tonight. To one of our usual haunts – Bridge Street Bistro in Hitchin. Fabulous place, by the way.
On the way, I had to deliver something to a friend who lives in Ickleford, a small village just north of the town. Something that would be best delivered in person. “I’ll be out from just before seven,” she’d said, “but I’d rather get it tonight, so you can leave it with the babysitter.”
And so I left it with the babysitter, and the extra journey made me late arriving to meet me friends at the restaurant.
And what did I found when I got there? Can you guess who was sitting at another table.?
Yes, my Ickleford friend.
Small world, my friend; small world.