The seventh day - the day of rest

Yesterday I took a stroll down New Malden High Street and met up with some friends I had not seen for some 20 years, even though we have lived in New Malden and shared the same neighbourhood since 1983. It is one of those passing moments when you realise that we live in a microscopic world of our own making.

Today I am taking some time out to visit a friend who lives in Hartfield Road, SW19. It has been in the back of my mind for several weeks. Before Christmas, I visited Wimbledon twice and on each occassion I met Andrew, as though it was a co-incidence.

There is, in my view, no possibility of coincidence.

Every event happens for a reason, and it is up to us to discover what that reason is!