Like the story that refuses to go away, though, it bubbled up again on Facebook. My cousin Cathy Dennis (not that Cathy Dennis) is in town and househunting, having repositioned herself from Chad regional office to Oxfam International HQ. This time she's pining for Spain, where there's sun, and a boyfriend. So more, from Oxfam.
Then I walked past one of the the ones from Oxfam I don't talk to any more on the Cowley Road. Oxford's so small that you do end up walking past people you've drifted out of touch with, it's unavoidable. Suddenly I was caught by a memory of his sarcastic, half-amused voice, speaking about an incident in Amsterdam, and it made me smile.
I'm not nostalgic for working at Oxfam -- I left twice, both times under enlightening circumstances -- but I miss the company.