********************I was up at my friend Trisha's house in Jewett City the other day having a lovely cup of hot apple cider with caramel and just a small sip of homemade Cranberry Cordial (I had to pick up Amanda at NFA after her field trip to New York City and a bigger gulp of Cranberry Cordial would have rendered that impossible as that stuff was potent!) along with Jackie, another of Trisha's friends.
Somehow we got to talking about the stairs in our respective homes and I made mention of the fact that the stairs at my house leading to the basement are more like a glorified ladder than they are stairs. "Steep" and "narrow" does not begin to define those stairs and there have been many a time when I've been negotiating them with a basket full of clothes that I have thought about how if I ever fell down them I would most certainly break my neck.
At that point Trisha said to me, I think Jackie is quite familiar with your stairs, aren't you, Jackie? Turns out that Jackie is extremely familiar with the stairs in my house as she used to live in my house back in the mid-1970's! There are thousands and thousands of houses in Norwich so how funny is it that I am friends with someone who is friends with someone that used to live in the exact same house?
Once again I can hear those annoying Disney animatronic dolls singing that cloyingly sweet tune of "It's A Small World"! And it really is, isn't it?