On A Message From Beyond the Grave

I haven't written anything in ages, mainly because I didn't feel that anything that interesting had happened...and then I remembered this...

My mum's mum died before I was born, so I never had the chance to meet her. I did, of course, hear a lot about her. One particular story that recurred at family gatherings was my mum's visit to a medium the week before my uncle's wedding. During the session my nan, apparently, told my mum that she'd make her presence at the wedding known by 'making a flower fall'. During the ceremony, a rose fell out the bride's bouquet, followed shortly by one of the flower arrangements falling off the wall. Spooky stuff. [Not according to my cynical father, who stuck a petal in the guest book and wrote 'Guess who? Woooooo!' next to it.]

Well, this is a story that's been cemented into TBR family legend for a while, so when conversation at my friend's dinner party last week turned to the ghost in Three Men & A Little Lady, I told everyone about it. Not long after I'd finished, while someone else was telling their own spooky tale, a vase of lillies on the kitchen table six feet away fell over! Mass hysteria broke out, with C (the hostess with the mostest) shouting for the flowers to be thrown into the fire. No flowers were harmed, but after the panic died down there was much laughter. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life. Of course, having inherited my dad's cynicism, I put it down to coincidence (they were very big flowers in a very small vase). However, I still made sure I text C the next day to thank her for having me, and my nan, round for dinner. Wouldn't do to be ungrateful now would it!