OK I'm all coffeed up - here's my story.
I went to an art group last night - never been to it before, a friend invited me, it's in a little market town in the middle of nowhere. (About half an hour from the middle of nowhere where I live!)
So I sit next to woman in her seventies, she is lovely and we get chatting. I say 'I like your accent, are you Canadian' - yes she is, and asks where am from originally. I tell her I grew up in Dorset.
So it turns out she lived for over 15 years in Dorset, about 15 miles from where I grew up.
Then she says 'I loved it there, and I was a magistrate for years'
By now I am getting excited, my Dad was a magistrate in the same county, I said his name and it turns out she had met him. Someone from Canada, I bump into by pure chance in Norfolk, had met my Dad - how weird is that? I was chuffed to bits.
Of course I had to tell her we'd lost him recently, but she said although she didn't know him well, he was very well liked and respected.
Don't know why but it just made me feel really good 