On a Wing and a Prayer

The Story of Me! My parents met by the faintest of chance: if a waitress’s shift hadn’t ended when it did, if the young lady had chosen a different film, if the young man had gone straight home after work, if, if, if… I didn’t hear the story of their meeting until I was in my fifties – some years after my father had died. It was just by chance that I heard this fascinating story and it occurred to me that my children might, one day, wonder what events made me the person I am (was?) and so, before senile dementia sets in or everything simply fades away, here are some of my memories…