Thank crunchie for things that go bump!

Its Friday again - already!  Its a bit worrying how fast time seems to go when you are older.  Maybe its the same when you are younger but you don't notice it quite so much.  Can't really remember, I suffer from, what a friend refers to as CRAFT - can't remember a f***ing thing!  Sometimes I even forget what I am supposed to be trying to remember,  Hang on, that doesn't sound right!  I forget what I was thinking about in reference to what I had to remember.  Nope, thats not explaining it either, will just give up.  I have noticed lately tho, that I can be thinking about something and then my mind just goes blank.  I take great comfort in the fact that Dad is 82, and forgetful through age, not illness, and hopefully I will be the same!  My sister is older than me and just the same, but as I have just used the Dad excuse, she will have to find one of her own, lol.

The group of girls is still hanging around and calling for Rich, and he still refuses to play ball and go out with them.  One of them even stood watching him through the window - what is the draw?  I have taken to just shouting "door" to him, as he hasn't been playing quite as much footie in the garden this week, and leaving it up to him to disperse the groups.  He's off to a girls birthday party tomorrow, not sure how many females, but there are only going to be two boys, and yes, the party girl also has a soft spot for him. *sigh*  This caused me to think about the present a bit more.  He likes her as a friend but no more.  I didn't want to get something personal in case she took it as a sign of him weakening as it were, but then looked at it from her point of view.  How disappointed would she be to get the planned money instead of a hand picked item, probably from Claires?  Its not easy being the mother of a lothario you know!  Actually, don't think that is the right word but I won't try and think of another one or I will lose track of what I am saying.  Anyway, we discussed it and decided on the money route, and hubby duly stumped up - yayyyy.

Becky is on yet another sleepover.  I never had them when I was young, it just wasn't done.  In fact I am not sure I remember having friends around for tea, although I am sure I would have done.  My Mum was very easy going like that, unless it involved my best friend whom she didn't like.  The closest thing I have got to a sleepover was when we stayed at a friends house in Dorset (Yes, yours Lisa!) which is haunted.  The girls ended up in the room I was sharing with Rich because Charlottes door kept opening on its own and they were scared.  I realised I was too old for sleepovers then because they kept whispering and giggling and I couldn't get to sleep - possibly the point of a sleepover?  Luckily for me they decided to brave going back downstairs, leaving me with the spirit of a young girl singing to herself, and me with my fingers pressed tightly in my ears and my eyes squeezed hard shut!  Happy Days.  I love the spirit stuff, but have to admit that when it happen around me it scares the life out of me!

I think one of  the scariest times was in our present house.  I had been chatting online to Lisa, her of the haunted house fame, and said that I felt I wasn't alone and decided to head off to bed.  Hubby had gone out to the pub so wouldn't be back for a couple of hours and the children had gone to bed.  Lisa suggested I try asking out to see if anyone was there because I kept getting the feeling there was a young girl with me, so I got brave and said something along the lines of "my cat doesn't appear to be afraid, so I am not sure if there is anyone here or not.  If you are here can you do something to let me know"  With that there was a clunk and all the lights went out!!!!!!  Don't need to say I very nearly had an accident there and then!  I had to then find my way into the garage and turn the trip switch back on.  Now, look for the rational.  The trip switch will trip if a light bulb blows, but doesn't usually make a clunking sound.  Its a spring loaded switch so clunks when you turn it back on.  None of the bulbs had blown.  I went back into the kitchen and said "okay, I believe you" and then felt a cold draught at my hand height (I had my hands down by my side).  For me that was proof enough and I legged it upstairs and into bed as fast as I could!  I had a miscarriage a long time ago, very early on in my pregnancy, and have often been told I have a daughter in spirit.  I really do believe this was her, and Bex has had some "dealings" with her on occasions too.  I don't mind her being around and talk to her whilst I am doing things around the house.  Talking to myself or talking to ghosts?  Both!  I often have to tell myself to shut up because I am talking out loud, especially in supermarkets.  Trouble is I then get the giggles which makes me seem even more odd - that word keeps cropping up, I wonder why? lol