Thursday morning, riding the Great Glass Elevator to the office cafe, I had a random disassociated thought..."something's stirring in the woodshed", unable to remember the precise exact quote.
Thursday evening, on the Tube going home, the woman opposite me was reading a yellowed, orange covered Penguin, with the price in shillings (her mother's copy?) of...Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons.
What is the likelihood of that happening...?
there are not many people out there who are Stella Gibbons fans. It's been a favourite of mine since I was a teenager and in my mind I have gone from being Flora to being Aunt Ada Doom, via Judith. Anyway i mun go now and find a twig to cletter the pots
Posted by: christine | Saturday, 09 September 2006 at 06:54
Wow, I love coincidences - I sort of 'collect' them. Arthur Koestler did a book on it. Most opera plots seem to revolve around an unlikely coincidence.
I also watched Cold Comfort farm on TV years ago with the wonderful Rosalie Crutchley. It was excellent.
Posted by: KAZ | Monday, 11 September 2006 at 17:03