It’s Flashback Friday. Every Friday we bring back a golden oldie article from yesteryear. A chance for you to re-read it and see if it is still relevant today!
I’ve noticed this weird old woman walking about. She’s sort of passed me a few times. She’s walking with a bit of a hobble, and dressed all in black. Clutched to her shoulder blade is a very large (maybe 30–40 cm high) black cross with quite ornate gold patterns on the edges. It’s like she’s cuddling it, both hands are holding it so tightly.
I’ve often wondered what this is all about, and concluded that she is frightened of walking the streets (as we all are), and feels the symbol of the instrument that killed Jesus will in some way protect her. And that she’s a nutter.
Anyway, I was passing her on Saturday, and she stared me straight in the eye and said, “You’re seeing my mother on Tuesday.”
Woah! I didn’t get time to reply, and just carried on walking. Then I thought about it and really started to wonder what she meant. I mean, right, has she seen me somewhere and knows that this place has her mother at it, I first thought. Then I realised that I don’t really go anywhere that’s full of old people, and if she’s old, her mother must be really old. Or dead.
Ah. Interesting. If her mother’s dead and I’m seeing her ‘on Tuesday’, does that mean that Tuesday is my day of death?
Well, if this is my last contribution, we know the answer, I suppose.
England's England 
Well?
Tuesday has come and gone, anything interesting happen?
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