Yesterday's Coincidences

I was just getting ready to go out for dinner with Diana to celebrate her birthday, when I heard noises outside.
A woman had fainted on the street outside my door, and a kind man was phoning for an ambulance. We helped her into the house to keep warm.
'Hey, it looks really different in here' said the man.
"Have you been here before?' I asked him.
'I sold you the house', he replied.
I hadn't recognised him without his spectacles!
Once the lady had been safely taken to hospital, I set off.

The Lorelei is an odd little restaurant in Bateman Street, Soho, devoid of decoration apart from a large greying wall-painting of a mermaid. It's very cheap, however, and the food is lovely. The prawns in the 1970s throwback prawn and avocado starter were proper fresh prawns, not the corky little maggots you sometimes get, and the pizzas were crusty, yeasty and flavoursome. We were an odd bunch of film-makers, musicians and artists.

I sat opposite Judith, whom I have sort of known for years, and she mentioned that she was the Director of the Poetry Society. A dim light bulb (obviously a long-life one) started to illuminate my brain.
'Wasn't there a knit-a-poem competition an few months ago?'
'Yes, that was my idea. I have got the poem rolled up in my car. We are exhibiting it at the moment'.
'Oh yes, I knitted a letter for that but it wasn't very good and I've always assumed it was never used'
'What letter did you knit and what did it look like?'
'I knitted a letter 'H' and it was red and white on turquoise'
'The one with little white dots on it? That was our favourite letter out of 2000 of them, and we used it as the 'H' in Dylan Thomas's surname'.

Stunned and speechless, I set off home on the tube. There was the external examiner of the University of the East getting off the tube at Camden with a cheery smile on his face.

What a funny day.


http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/content/knit/