Last year on Sunday 8th May I posted about the Travelcard that suddenly appeared after seven years to coincide with my brothers birthday, well this morning it was deja vu all over again.

I was sorting out my wardrobe, deciding which clothes I no longer needed and which could be sorted between the charity bag and the bin. Having pulled all the t-shirts out of one side three pieces of paper fell to the floor: a small packet of replacement buttons for my suit, a receipt from some money I paid into the bank in December 2007(!) and a small card which has printed on it, "In Loving Memory of My Dear Brother".  It had been there since November 2004 and was obviously the 'spare' card that the florist gave to me the day I picked up the flowers for his funeral.

It's weird the way these things happen because today would have been his fiftieth birthday. Janis and Nathalie were in the room at the same time and Janis said, "He's obviously messing with you," which was a touching remark rather than an offensive one.

Somethings are simply beyond comprehension aren't they, or is that just stupid suspicion?