Fabulous, thank you! More please!
It was a strange house escargot
It’s odd, but sometimes when things happened, you’d think fu*k that and be scared witless, but at other times you’d think oh well never mind, don’t bother me - it sort of came with a feeling if that makes sense.
One Sunday morning (again this happened at a weekend) my two girls ( they’re teenagers now but were young at the time) were mucking around with a recorder – you know the instrument that kids play in school, and when they had finished, they put the recorder back in it’s case and left it on top of the fruit bowl on the kitchen table.
Come Sunday night around 11pm I’m watching a film in the living room alone, as everyone else was tucked up asleep, when I heard 3 short blasts of the bloody thing coming from the kitchen – there was no tune, just 3 short blasts that lasted approx. 2 seconds per blast.
It took me a few seconds to get my head around what I’d just heard, and honestly I didn’t feel a thing, I got off the sofa marched into the kitchen and turned on the light – there was nothing there of course, and the recorder and it’s case were still on top of the fruit bowl.
I didn’t imagine it, I knew that I had heard it, but I thought so what, that don’t worry me.
I then opened and stood by back door and had a fag without a care in the world, on other occasions when something happened, I’d be bricking it.
It came with a feeling you see, very odd.