Just had a previous resident of my house in B’ham pull up outside the house while I was seeing off the French guy who had come for some help with his psychology assignment. He said he used to live here as a child, moved in 1991. His family moved while he was away at boarding school and he’s never been back inside – driven past a few times. The place held very happy memories for him. I invited him in – he was almost in tears as he explained he’d just been to see his mom’s grave and what special memories this house had for him. Used to be five siblings (4 boys and a girl) plus parents. He’s a nurse now at QE hospital but a bit of a rebel in his younger days – hence the boarding school. Told me there used to be a pear tree at the bottom of the garden with a tree house which was his den. Then he kissed my hand, thanked me, gave me a hug and left. How random is that.