I think I’ve found my fan, two of them actually *waves* Hi Kristy and Cathy, Loving Swats updated their webpage with my new link. I may have a few more looking at the Page Hit Counter, but I’m not counting them yet. They probably just followed someone else in through the door; any minute now someone is going to ask if this is the website of Gardening Weekly. They’ll then say: Sorry, my mistake, wrong website and leave. Everyone else will then follow them out again.

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I’m off ghost hunting tonight – and I’m quite looking forward to it. I want to see if I’m as sensitive to things as I think I am. I often know who’s on the phone before I answer it, or can tell if someone wants me. I tried this out with Tracy once - the doubting Thomas didn’t believe me. The cheeky cow keeps telling me I’m Physco not Psychic. Proved her wrong through. We agreed that over one weekend, she would at sometime sit down and will me to ring her. The sod chose eleven o’clock on the Saturday night, and couldn’t believe it when it worked. I wasn’t that pleased either, I’d already gone to bed.

We were on holiday together in mainland Spain one year and had packed everything up to spend the day on the beach. When we got there we settled down and the kids started to play. I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. I was convinced that if we stayed there one of our kids would drown. I couldn’t explain why, but it got stronger by the minute. It says something about the sort of friend she is, that when the men were saying don’t be so stupid – we’ve only just got here, we’re not going back to the apartments now. Tracy dug her feet in and backed me up. So we packed up again and lugged it back to spend the day by the swimming pool instead.

No sooner had we go back and put our things by the sun beds, than a woman in an upstairs apartment shouted down to say there was a child under the water. All hell broke loose. When we got her out, she didn’t appear to be breathing, Tracy gave her the kiss of life and reception rang for an ambulance. She stopped breathing again twice during the trip to hospital, but amazingly she lived and suffered no side effects. Three days later she was back by the pool – no memory of what had happen. The family had only arrived the day before, the grandmother had died a few months previous and the whole family had decided to come away together. The little girl had come down to the pool with her aunt, who had gone back upstairs just for a minute to get her book. She was wearing armbands, but had taken them off. As is often the case with Spanish swimming pools, it dropped in the middle, so we gather that she just went over the edge, and couldn't get up.

Anyway, I’m not really expecting to see or hear anything, but it’s something I always fancied having a go at, so when the opportunity arose through a friend I jumped at the chance. I’m going to try and have a sleep this afternoon otherwise I’ll just drop off to sleep while I’m there – sleep anywhere me.