I need to keep reminding myself that I’m writing this blog as a weekly diary for myself.
If other people chose to read it that’s fine, but it’s primarily here for me as a weekly reminder of my everyday thoughts adventures and mishaps, and I have lots of those....
I missed a bit from my last entry.
I asked my patient if he knew what period in time he thought he had been in, he said he thought it was the sixteen hundreds in other words the seventeenth century, defiantly another time, but not another country. Ok, that’s that recorded, just in case I need the info sometime in the future.
As I was lying in bed a couple of mornings ago deciding whether to get out of bed...or not.. I had a fleeting thought that I needed to wash the bath mats, it was a very random thought.
The bath mats are white and quite new. We had people looking at our house (it’s up fo sale remember) just last week and I had not lifted the lovely new clean mats and changed them for some older ones. That way my lovely new mats are ready to put on the floor when needed.
So the new ones now needed washing before any one else came to view our home. I had no sooner had this thought, when I heard the phone ringing downstairs. As I was still in bed and my husband was out, the answer phone took the message. But as I was lying there in bed I immediately thought....it’s the estate agent and there’s people wanting to make an appointment to see the house. And guess what, when I got up about an hour later and listened to the message...I was right.
My random thought had been spot on.
I rang the estate agents, but there was no answer, their answer phone clicked in so I had no idea who or when the people wanted to come.
I duly washed the bath mats and set about tidying the house.
I found out late in the afternoon on that day, Wednesday, that the gentlemen wanted to come on Friday afternoon...he didn’t come!!!
Its amazing how sometimes my thoughts know exactly what’s going on...I don’t...but my thoughts do. I guess that’s what being psychic is.
But my thoughts don’t tell me everything, like the gentleman wasn’t coming, that would have been useful...
Knowing things without knowing how, when it happens, it’s good.
And if no one else’s reads this...the blessings are for me.