I had a storytelling job this evening and after I had finished while having a chat with a lovely elderly lady called Audrey, she tells me she once lived in Earith, I go on to say one of my aunts was in service in a big house which is now a restaurant/hotel there in the 1930's. She talks about her husband and where she lived with her family.
A bit more chatting and it comes out she knew Mr Busby, my grandfather. He used to deliver the medicine for her mother on his rounds by bike from the chemist where he worked.
Yet again I am left there thinking oh what a small world.
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