Yesterday evening at about 6.00pm I happened to glance at the landline phone and a thought passed through my mind "Wouldn't it be awful if it rang in the early hours of the morning...that's never a good thing."
It was just one of those thoughts.
So you can imagine my horror when at 3.00am this morning the bloody thing rang!!
I was frozen...convinced someone was dead or ill.
I couldn't even get out of bed but DH had already got up and answered it.
It was a Scottish woman who said "Hello, can I speak to Simon's Mum?"
And DH told her she had the wrong number....she repeated our number to him and he said that yes, she'd rung that number but there was no Simon's Mum at the address....
Odd? It freaks me out when things like this happen.