Life is grand

Sometimes a coincidence makes me wonder about what is ticking underneath everything we do.

While on holiday in Namibia Fi and I climbed Dune 45 in Namibia. It was the middle of the week and there were hardly any other people around. We could have picked any other day but we chose that one. Half-way up the dune we caught up with two young women who as it turned out were both Irish and from Wexford which is right next to Waterford where we live. That was pretty funny but I’d say not so uncommon as to raise an eyebrow.

I’d forgotten about it until today when a co-worker IMed me and asked if I had met two Irish girls up a sand dune in Namibia.

It turns out he is in a panto with one of the girls. Now that is pretty funny too. It gets weirder though. She asked him where he worked and somehow from the description he gave she remembered what Fi said, two months ago up a sand dune in Namibia, about where she worked. Even weirder is that I’d never told this co-worker that I had gone to Namibia on holiday. He must have found out some other way, out of the 110 people who work here.

So through all of this linking I get the email of a woman I met on a sand dune in Namibia two months ago. Very, very weird.