Coloured pyrex dishes are like buses: nothing for ages then suddenly two appear at the same time! A couple of weeks ago Mum came back from her sister's with a little red pyrex dish. My aunty was having a clear out and had found Granny's bread and butter pudding dish and decided to pass it on to me. It used to get taken out for Sunday dinner every week when Mum was little and she always had soft spot for it.
Days later, I was in town waiting for Mum to come out from the dentist and what did I spy in the charity shop? A matching turquoise pyrex dish for 50p. Isn't it strange when things like that happen.