Wrong door – Serendipity in the Ladies

At a friend’s birthday party, in a hurry, first door on the right, back to the celebrations but no, I should have taken the second door. So it was I met the lady. She had unlocked the door and was drying her hands when I burst in.
There followed fluster and apologies and then where do you come from etc. She works with teenagers who find school and learning difficult; I have just about finished a manual to help such youngsters with literacy skills.
Could she try out the material? Would she mind trying out the material? She’ll try out some new ideas; I’ll get some feedback. My wife finds a copy of dunno. Could I sign it please?
Five minutes, a new friend and the books are on the move.

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