Event One:
I could not find my spare keys. They normally live in a drawer but I vaguely remembered putting them in my handbag a while before. It's not a large bag: 2 compartments a zipped pocket on both outsides.
So I searched it - I took everything out, I shook the bag, felt inside and out - nothing.
No one, ever has access to my bag but me.
This week I had spare keys cut.
The next day, when dipping in one of the outside zipped pockets of my bag for my regular keys - there were the spares; keys I hadn't seen for a month. And I dip into that pocket most days, before locking my door!
That pocket only ever holds my regular keys which have a jewelled heart keyring.
The spares are on a pretty big key-ring too, one which includes an old-fashioned policeman's wooden truncheon, mini but over 10cm long, not easy to miss. How on earth did they get there?
Event Two:
My daughter in law was looking for a vital form. She searched the only drawer where forms are kept - so did I, in despair when she was so upset. No form.
We broke for a cup of coffee and she said, 'I'll just have to send for a copy but what a hassle.'
She went back to get writing pad and envelope, gave a cry at the door and called me to come quick. There was the form in the middle of the bed, in full view.
I am, as they say, gobsmacked. What's going on here?
Down-to-earth Yorkshire women like me do not have airy-fairy experiences, but how to explain this.
Hand on heart, this is not a wind up it's actually quite scary.
Has anyone else had similar experiences or am I genuinely going mad (along with my dil)
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