THE MOST AMAZING COINCIDENCE.....

[JanH]

Long story but bear with me!

DS1 lost his phone on Monday - it's one of those Sony Ericsson Walkman ones, and he had lots of tunes and photos and phone numbers on it. He does a milk-money-collection round on Monday evenings and the last time he definitely had it was in the van talking to the milkman about a mile away; when he got home and looked for it later it wasn't in his pocket but he assumed it was in the house somewhere.

Next day he looked around where he'd got out of the van, and the milkman searched the van, and DS1 also went in to the police station to ask, but no luck and we thought it had gone forever

Today he and DS2 went off with a football to play on the astroturf at the tennis courts. Normally they walk up our road and go in at the back; today they decided to walk up the parallel road and go in at the front across the cricket field. When they got there DS1 kicked the ball across the field; he "sliced" it (I never know what that means ) so it went really far.

When he got to where it was lying, his phone was in the grass right next to it.

The phone is quite wet inside but he was due for an upgrade in March anyway. The memory card and SIM cards look as if they will be OK. How good's that?

That is not good it is weird.

So...............someone found it, took it, dropped it,or thought better of taking it.

And almost a week later your DS finds it ??

Spooky........

take the covers off, battery out the phone, put it in the airing cupboard and leave it for a week. migth stil lwork!

It is spookily wierd, LGJ

I'm wondering if it was a smallish child - next morning there would have been quite a lot of children passing the place where he got out of the van so one might have picked it up, played with it for a bit, not got much out of it, and dropped it? (The cricket field is on the far side of the primary school round the corner)

Trying that now, misdee.

Thanks to dd (and you) for the smiles, batters

DD1 had the same phone as DS1 but her contract finished sooner so she already has her upgrade - his is O2 and hers is Orange so it needs unlocking but he can use hers while we wait for his to dry out.

I feel like doing small-child jump-up-and-down-and-clap-hands!!!

how weird..in a good way!

Must bump this to amaze more people!

(Have discovered significance of slice - if he'd kicked it the way he meant to, it would have gone in a different direction entirely, and he would not have found the phone!)

That is amazing - and v. satisfying.

I have a similarly spooky story involving Dale Winton, teas towels and my best friend. But it is too long to tell here and I doubt I would get the entire spookiness across anyway.

Ooh can we do more coincidences? I love them.

When the bank sent me my chip and pin number it was exactly the same as my cash point number that I've had for yrs.

Far out!

franke -you can't leave us wondering like that!!

Start typing....

franke, please give us the Dale Winton story

hurray for slicing.

I too want to know about Dale Winton and a tea towel.

If I told you it would be a huge anti-climax

But rest assured it's spooky enough for me to be retelling and retelling more than 10 years later.....

(btw Dale Winton was merely an innocent bystander in the tale, not an integral part of it)

It really is a very humdrum sort of a story but that's what makes it so spooky.

Tell the story franke!!!!!!!!!!!

Please...

pretty please......

Franke's best friend washed her face, couldn't fins a towel so used a clean tea towel instead, when she looked at the towel afterwards, there was an orange imprint of Dale Winton's face on it (like the shroud of Turin)

Okay but here's the disclaimer:
THIS IS NOT A DALE WINTON STORY

I used to live with my bestfriend in her house about 15 years ago. Let's call her Nora. One day I was at work and decided to get the bus to John Lewis one lunchtime to look at curtain fabric (I was about to move into my own flat).

I was sitting on the bus going along Oxford Street and suddenly out of nowhere I thought to myself, "Nora only has those daft glass cloth tea towels. You dry one plate with them and they are soaking. What she needs is some lovely fluffy towelling type tea towels, you know, more absorbant."

Anyway I thought no more about it. Got to John Lewis, went up to the second floor and had a cursory look at curtain fabric. Saw Dale Winton animatedly discussing his own curtain fabric requirements with, ahem, a young man. Anyway I decided I'd had enough of curtain fabric and made my way into the next room and walked slap bang into Nora who was carrying a large John Lewis carrier bag. She opened the bag to show me what she'd bought.

Have you guessed what it was yet? Or rather, are you till awake?

"Look" she said, "I am so fed up with those blardy glass cloths, they don't dry anything. So look, I've bought these lovely properly absorbant towel type tea towels instead."

Well, I did warn you...

But how spooky is that? I had never discussed tea towels with Nora, I had no idea that she'd be in John Lewis when I was there. It was just all too wierd and freaked me for a long time. Nora, on the other hand, muttered something about the Celestine Prophecies and went on her way.

Oh dang, Gingerbear's story is so much better than mine (grin)