Talk about coincidence’.

Brilliant! I love when that happens.

I had a slightly weirder coincidence and it's happened before.

I had a dream that a friend lent me a small, silver cross, quite beautifully decorated.
I don't associate this friend, in real life, with religion at all.

Then the next part of my dream was watching a man feed a baby and I was annoyed that he wasn't giving it pre-prepared breastmilk, nor did he change its nappy when he went to put it back in its nursery.
I walked into that room a few minutes later and the baby was lying(teetering) on the edge of the bed, not in its cot.

With me so far? I know I'm rambling. It's necessary.

Several hours later, in real life now, I picked up an audio book, newly borrowed from the library and on the first disc, the 'heroine' is given a decorated silver cross to wear, its description like the one in my dream.

During the story she gets angry that her brother-in-law is not feeding his baby son properly and doesn't change its nappy when he takes it back to its cot.

When she tells him he should change it, he leaves it on the edge of the bed (where its in peril of rolling off) while he goes to look for a nappy.

If there was any rhyme and reason to this sort of thing, which hapens quite a lot with me, I'd be 'appy.

Why don't I dream about Lotto numbers?

Bizarre coincidences happen all the time. I don't travel by train often and never talk to strange men but got on a local train last year and sat opposite a man who was on the phone. He mentioned my home town 60 miles away and for some reason I asked if it was where he was from as I used to live there? He asked whereabouts and when I told him about the hotel my parents used to own he said he bought it some years ago! He spent the rest of the short journey drawing the changes he had made on his newspaper when he had turned it into flats. My parents would have approved as it had gone to wrack and ruin after they retired - it now looks very respectable again

Bradford Lass, why would anyone be disturbed that a baby wasn't fed breast milk?

My DD, years ago, took a temporary job as a PA to an accountant in London. One of the first things he asked her to do was to post off a bulky package to his home address. She said "That's where I was born and where I lived until I was 5 years old." He didn't believe her until she borrowed an early photo from me which showed her and her siblings perched on the front gate outside the house.