I have an old friend who used to say that there was no such a thing as a coincidence (in fact I had two friends who used to say that – which is weird*) but I discovered something very odd this weekend. Remember St Roch, the local boy made good, but with buboes, back in Montpellier on October 21st?
Well, look what I found at our beach house:
It’s a little plastic toy Saint Roch, given to me for Christmas by one of my beloved daughters a couple of years ago. Spooky, huh? He’s holding a tennis ball throwing stick thing and a poo bag so I’m guessing he’s the updated model.
*and not only because I’m pretending I used to have two friends.