Truly it is a small world. OK, it is literally a small world, the patch of my everyday life which extends about 15 miles inland from the coast, and around seven miles from top to bottom. Even so I'm always surprised when I encounter people I've met somewhere else, and we have to engage in that dance where we try to identify the thing we have in common. Today at CAB I was immediately recognised by Catherine who is a fellow Snape usher and opera lover. She told me that the feted Glyndebourne production of Handel's Saul is coming to Norwich in November, and so I rushed home after my training and booked a ticket. Other advisers are familiar from a singing group I belonged to briefly, or sometimes just from encountering in Waitrose. When I first moved to Suffolk I was told to never fall out with anyone (not that I would!) because everyone is connected and word gets around. I can well believe it. Two of my friends are very close to the person who is training me, and I know the boss from several concerts we've both been to, separately. So I was hugely embarrassed when my water bottle exploded like a rocket just before the film 45 Years started on Sunday, and I realised she was sitting just behind me. At CAB I'm now officially known as The Philistine.
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