Hubster and I were getting organised to go to a Tina Turner concert in a city an hour away. We were both seated in the lounge, talking, when I heard the electric jug boiling. I thought hubby had turned it on and he thought I had.
Nothing was said. Five minutes later the same thing happened. Jug boiled, clicked off and we both looked at each other in amazement and went to check what fairy/leprechaun was going to serve us tea!
No one was there of course, we lived in the country then and the dogs would have alerted us to any visitors.
The electric jug was the type that requires a physical push on a button to turn it on. A firm push.
Half an hour later, just as we were about to leave the house the phone rang. It was a Hospital calling to say my brother had been admitted in a pretty bad state. He was estranged from the family at the time and staff at the Hospital had been frantically trying to trace someone related.
I read an awful lot into the jug incident, and I know who was trying to tell me something!!