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Chic Eleanor was standing at the bar brandishing two goldfish bowls of gin when I walked through the doors of The Crown at 6.30pm " Darling John ! Early doors ! Who would have guessed it!?"  The pub is always nicely busy on a Friday teatime and it was nice to say hi to a few familiar faces before we found a table not far from the fire I adore Eleanor, for she is comfortable in any setting she finds herself in She smiles, she is gracious and she is genuine I told her that the mysterious P ( one of my blog followers) is interested in meeting her. " How delightful, is he a dish?!" She cooed We gossiped for an hour before wanting chips in a bowl Unfortunately the chef had left early! The youth club in the village hall finished around 8pm and the supervisors must of galloped over to the pub for a much needed large wine and I hugged Bridget ( the main supervisor) when we got up to go " We don't see much of you around the village " another drinker said from h...

I was chatting about serendipity only yesterday over dinner I've benefitted from this strange and seemingly fickle phenomenon over the past 18 months and one day I shall share some of the stories of its golden touch here on Going Gently but for now I shall share a little moment of more recent serendipity joy. The day before my wedding my sister's gave me my grandmother's wedding ring. It was wrapped in a blue ribbon and was the something old in that old fashioned  wedding gift tradition way. I was incredibly touched by the gift and kept the ring safe with my wedding certificate . Over the divorce , I had to send  my wedding documentation off to my solicitors and without thinking the ring ended up with some office clerk who kindly researched where it may of come from and returned it to me. The ring was placed in my wallet for safekeeping but like things do when life is fraught it suddenly went missing from its second safe place around a year ago. I've scoured the cottage...