Wierd things

I was just checking on the other blogs I read, as you do, when I came across this post from Amy about running into someone I used to know way back when. This world is a very small place. Just today I was talking to someone who arrived at the hostel last night and it turns out that they know people I was working with back up in Queensland. Stories of co-incidences always remind me of the story my father used to tell about running into his younger brother in Ostend years ago. I lived with someone in Melbourne who knew people back home and in the same flat was a girl who had only been to one place in Wales, once, and it turned out to be the village next to mine. Everyone has these types of stories, running into people they havn't seen for years or who turn out to be related to them at some random place in the world. These things happen ALL THE TIME to EVERYONE. There's a conspiracy afoot I'm sure...