I sent an email to a girlfriend last week. She lives in Melbourne and we were particularly close when we lived there too. I still consider that we are close, despite the fact that we had had no contact for over a year at that point.
"Well, well, well", came the reply that afternoon, as she stepped off the plane at Sydney airport.
My Scottish grandmother believed that coincidences like that happen, and that they happen for a reason.
Do you see the difference with exhibit number 1 above?
Bunny number 2 (below) who hopped off the supermarket shelf and into my daughter's boyfriend's basket ... in Australia ... had successfully worked his incognito magic and was indeed a little French one.
There is definitely a message in there somewhere.
Happy Easter! Joyeuses Pâques!
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| Stowaway French bunny |
