rainbows in curved air (or curves in rainbowed air)

A Series of Remarkable Coincidences

The woman that works in the library in the evenings keeps telling me of all the people, who have known me from other libraries in the past. She has jigged my memory back a long way.

At night one of the readers, whose face seemed oddly familiar, is the father of someone I used to work with in Motherwell, a long time ago & who lives in the same town as myself.

On Friday, 2 of the girls at work, phoned in sick (a rare enough occurrence!) on the same day.