Back in July I blogged about how I rang British Telecom to inform them of my move to Scotland and, by a bizarre coincidence, ended up talking to someone who’d just moved in to the same street I was going to.
Well blow me down if it didn’t happen again: I rang my bank recently to ask for some deposit envelopes and, out of the hundreds of operators I could have spoken to, in a call centre several hundred miles away, I got through to someone who, it turns out, used to work in the pub at the end of my road!
Try telling me that isn’t spooky?
