Village life

[radegund]

So I went down to the second floor ten minutes ago to pick up a fax, and who should be coming out of the Admin office but inannajones, looking calmly professional as she was shown around on her first afternoon here.

Finding that the paths of people I know cross mine at multiple points has always been reassuring to me, rather than disconcerting. A web of familiarity puts me much more at ease than the thought that I must move among strangers.

(Friends I haven't met yet. I know. But I can't help it. It's that limp-gutted Inner Child again. She goes eeek.)

And then again, part of me wishes for the adventure of picking up and planting myself in unfamiliar territory, remaking myself in my chosen image, starting with a clean slate.

Ireland being what it is, though, no matter where I went I'd soon be surrounded by a little cadre of second cousins' ex-girlfriends, people who went to primary school with my boss, former pupils of my old piano teacher...

The world is a small place.

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[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

The discovery that niallm and I may be somewhat related certainly went a little way toward proving small-world-ness in my mind...

[radegund.livejournal.com]

The discovery that niallm and I may be somewhat related

You may?

Well, well. That little nugget slipped past my spies. I shall castigate them roundly and give them no spy-treats for a week.

What brought it to yizzer attention?

[gothwalk.livejournal.com]

He says he'd been to a funeral or something up north, and I says I have relatives up there, and he says who, and I says Williamsons, and he blinks, and asks if there're any some other name, and I says yes, and we think there can't be that many related Williamsons and that other name, so we're probably fifth cousins or summat, and I forgot completely to ask my cousin when we was visiting her this weekend, and if I just goes a little bit more I can make this into a really obscenely long run-on sentence.