(it's all in the...) Timing

A guy at work spoke to me today.
That’s not unusual in itself, but what we talked about has left me feeling a bit scared.
His name’s Gav and he’s one of the ‘pickers and drivers’ for our home delivery service. We’ve spoken a couple of times before, but only exchanging pleasantries. Today he sat with me right through my lunch break. He was moaning about the new hand-held computers they have to use, mainly because they have a GPS chip fitted, so Head Office always knows where he is. He said “I stopped for a shit between deliveries last week. My manager phoned me to find out why the van wasn’t moving.”
We chatted a bit about the never-ceasing onset of technological advances, and how amazing it is that everything he needs to do his job can be fitted onto something the size of a wallet. He knew a fair bit about the software involved and I asked how come?
“My sister’s boyfriend works as a programmer. Bastard is earning a mint. He’s now off on a one-year placement to Hong Kong, all expenses paid, and she gets to go with him.”
And this is the bit that’s a bit scary:
“They need someone to look after their house while they’re gone. The rent’ll be quite cheap. They don’t want to advertise as they’d rather the sitters were people known to the family.”
I don’t believe in things happening through divine providence, but the timing is a bit amazing.
I daren’t mention it to Philippa because she’ll have us moving in by Friday..

RC 14-3-12