Bumping Into the High Sheriff of Gwent

On our way back to our London hotel, after a night at the theater, we ambled along Pall Mall.  Darcy mused..."I wonder who we will meet who we know?"  Judy and I looked at each other and I muttered,  "No one. The street is so empty, you could shoot a cannon ball down it and not hit a soul." No sooner had we said this then who should walk around the corner but two acquaintances of Darcy's whom he hadn't seen in twelve years. He never imagined it would be the High Sheriff of Gwent, Brian Watkins and his wife Libby.  Holy Robin Hood! Darcy didn't even know that he knew the High Sheriff of Gwent.  Sheriff Brian was a friend of Darcy's, whom he had known twelve years previou, when Brian was the British Consul General in Vancouver. Small world.