One cold Novemberday a few years ago I relaxed with a book from Henning mankell,I got for my birthday.
I made a tea,took a blanket and my book and lolled on my couch.After a few pages,there stood :"...and everything began on the 22nd of November..."Oh,I noted,it was really the 22nd of November ;o),the story goes on and a very important part of the story was,that they are searching for Nyberg,Wallander was very excited ,because he couldn`t find Nyberg...where is Nyberg...in the other room denise was watching showjumping(horses),then I heard the voice of the reporter:"We are awaiting now:Lars NYBERG!"---2nd coincidence!After a while I made a break and looked in my Shedule ,how it looks like for the next week.I´m a podiotry and I saw,there were many appointments for the next time.But then I wanted to enjoy the rest of my sundayevening and went on reading....Wallander just woke up,v ery tired,sat at the edge of the bed,tried to arrange his thoughts,his view down to the floor...suddenly he mourned."It´s time to go to the podiotry!"....I closed the book and said,oh no Mr wallander,not with me,it`s Sunday!
I could enjoy the rest of the book without meeting my own life.;o)