Okay, as bullied and promised, here is the 3 sentence non-story padded out. I'm no Ponds when it comes to sharing, but I did proofread and correct my spellings. Life is full of those "what would have happened if" moments. Here's the true version that we don't share with the grands, made as long as possible.
Many, many years ago, I was crossing Balliol College when a sudden downpour began, catching me unprepared with my umbrella rolled up in my briefcase. I rushed to the nearest building and stepped into a large doorway to take shelter and unfurl my brolly. A Google search will show how large most of the doorways are at Balliol.
Over the noise of the rain it took me a minute to recognize another sound at the far side of the alcove. I looked over into the dim area and caught a glimpse of a couple wrapped around each other like snakes and half their clothing askew. It was the 60s after all.
Being a proper gentleman -- to say nothing of really shy and gobsmacked -- I stared straight out into the rain until the breathing sounded like one of the parties was finished. Without looking, I was aware they had disengaged, rearranged their attire and were whispering to each other. I think I heard a kiss and then footsteps and a heavy door behind me opened and slammed shut.
I looked out at the rain and replayed with jealousy what I had partially seen. I thought they'd both gone inside so I was scared out of my wits when a voice literally at my ear said, "I'm on my way to the Bod." I looked sideways and was thunderstruck at the vision I saw.
First, she was beautiful with long blonde hair. Second, she looked me right in the eye, completely rare for me because I was 6'4". Her face was thin and elfin and her slightly open mouth was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. After I'd stared in shock, she said "Are you going to be a gentleman and offer to share your umbrella?"
I mumbled agreement and we headed off, getting only as far as Blackwell's before we ducked inside to escape a renewed downpour. By then I'd found my voice and my courage and we chatted for the longest time. I don't think she ever made it to the library, but she did agree to meet for tea the next day. She was intrigued with me, we struck up a friendship, and soon I was dating the first girl who was almost the same height as me.
Three weeks later, she said she'd dropped her boyfriend. Four years later, we were married. Two years after that, we emigrated to Canada. About the same time that The Hollies sang about sharing a brolly. All that's coming up on almost 60 years ago.
What the grandkids seized on for the first time this year is that they only exist because of a sudden rain shower. Or if I'd been 30 paces further ahead and darted under a different cover. We never would have met, my life would have been completely different. You get to thinking about how something really tiny totally changes your life and what might have happened or not.
So that's the non-story like I said.