The World is Amazingly Small

A few months ago my husband found a framed graduation certificate in the loft. It belonged to one of the previous owners of the house, and happens to relate to the field I'm now working in.

I took it into work and showed my departmental head, who remembered helping to train the lady in question. She reckoned some of the longer-serving staff might also remember her and started to ask around. Last week, I was talking about work related things with one of the supervisors when her eye alighted on the certificate, now propped in a corner of the office.

'Why do you have her certificate in your office?' she asked. I explained how we came to find it and she correctly identified the name of the road in which we live.

'I have been very drunk in your house,' she announced. 'And I must apologise, because I was sick in your garden...'

Turns out the name on the certificate dates from the time of the lady's first marriage, and we know of her by another name, because we still get mail for her today. The super told me she would try and dig out a current address so I could return the certificate and open hailing frequencies regarding the misdirected mail as well.

Even stranger is that the guy we bought the house from is also employed in the same department , and is based a couple of floors up from me as a consultant. Something about this house and medical staff, perhaps.

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