Page 1 of a few stories for your perusal

You may find them uninteresting but i shall tell them anyway.
Firstly finally succumbed to teeny pressure and purchased our oldest daughter a PS2 for crimbo, a silver one to be precise - matches her room.
Anyway console bought, a dozen games or so bought - harry potters, singstars, scooby doo/spongebob the usual guff. Only thing not purchased was a memory card, a silver one to be precise. We do not live in the city in fact we could not be more rural as far as shopping goes, i have not long finished my work (nightshift) and am soon to embark on the 60 mile journey home. As a result i had to get a local courier company to pick one up at the nearest argos, inverness. ( they do this on a daily basis due to the remote location of us islanders (outer hebs). Anyway i ordered the thing and they went to pick it up but it got `misplaced` somewhere on the way and as a result i was told they would bring it down when it arrived. I never held much hope for it but kept bugging them anyway. Anyway last saturday whilst i was working my wife phoned me enraged to tell me that the courier had indeed brought the card but had seen fit to hand it in its plactic pack to my oldest daughter with the words `there you go dear i hear youv`e been waiting a while for this` What a lovely man - attempted to talk our way out of it but she ain`t 5 anymore surprise (probably) over.

Next a spooky one and all genuinly true.
November 18th (2002) is the date my dad died, coincidentally the same day as James Coburn who my dad admired greatly but that`s not my tale.
This november the 18thd the local school was off due to water repairs but it was not supposed to be. The work was supposed to take place the week before but fell through and instead took place on the 18th. As a result of the school being off our oldest and my wife had the day off - unexpectedly. As we were to be without water we hopped on a bus for our 60 mile trip for shopping, our youngest daughter (aged 2 1/2) does not travel well and was promptly wailing `i`m gonna be sick am gonna be sick!!` This prompted us to book a hire car for the return journey. After shopping i was supposed to lift some money to pay someone the next day but forgot until we got home. As a result i had to go to the bank that evening (a 40 mile round trip by the way). On the way there i put the radio on and found the only station i could pick up due to our mountainous homeland was good old radio 2. On this particular evening they were playing requests all night (and most of the next day i think) for children in need. So there i am on the 18th going on a journey i shouldn`t be doing, in a car i shouldn`t have listening to the only music i can and what comes on but the stones and `(this could be) the last time` Now the relevance here is not the expected `one on my dad`s favourites` but actually that that song was on the radio the last time i saw my dad alive, about 2 hours before he died as i sat in a car park and he passed by working. The reason i remembered the song that day was that i actually remember thinking that it COULD be the last time i saw him as he was ill with heart trouble. spooky i can tell you.

Finally i read a post about christmas parties earlier on and remembered this sorry tale from my bakery days. The bakery i worked in was a small private one and the christmas do`s were stuff of legend. Free bar, 5 course dinner, transport laid on really good night out. Anyway sure enough the year i was there the rumour started that the night out had been set for (lets say) the 16th in a flashy glasgow hotel if i remember rightly. Whilst working one day the boss`s wife, who was the office lady, shouted me in and asked if i had heard about the night out on the 16th, i of course replied that i had and eagerly waited for some reply asking for my prescence there when she said ` are you o.k. to work that night yeah?` gutted does not suffice.

that last story - what a bummer!

Neil
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Nice stories. Thanks for sharing. :). Have you snow up North yet? Nothing in the Central Belt.

Will

My girlfriend and my flatmate have both had a great time laughing at me about this all week, but I swear its true...

The other night I was in bed with my girlfriend, and I couldn`t get to sleep. She had the radio on very low in the background, which I hate as I can never sleep when its on. So I`m there lying on my back struggling to get to sleep when I feel someone kiss me on the forehead. I`d just felt my girlfriend snuggle up to me so automatically assumed it was her. But she then said to me: "Why did you tut?". I said "I didn`t tut, you just kissed me". She said, "no I didn`t" and just laughed at me. Now I swear someone did kiss me on the forehead, as I even felt the persons hair brush on my face as they put their head over mine and I was wide awake at the time.

I just can`t find a reasoned answer for it... and it spooked me out a little.... :/