n.b. Sometimes you just cannot make it up. The happiest coincidences, the spontaneous choices, the good fortune, the generosity of the people you bump into on the way, the adventures. Some call it fate, but that’s life!
n.b. I am close to bursting, laughing out loud again, 45 years later. Mucking about on our bicycles we accidentally locked handle bars and fell to the pavement. Before we could move, get cross, or blame the other, a little girl’s face appeared over the adjacent garden wall, “Are you alright?” she asked and that was it, we dissolved in laughter. You had to be there.
I wonder if she ever offered unsolicited help to anyone ever again. Poor kid.