The day started like any other normal day and ended like any other normal day. But something strange happened in the middle of the day which made me stop in my tracks.
Whilst out for a lunchtime walk around the swanky streets of Belgravia with my bestie Bella I had a feeling of deja-vu. Except this wasn’t the normal kind of split second ‘hang on a minute I’ve been here before deja-vu’, this was deja-vu that didn’t want to go away.
As we continued to walk along the street the feeling carried on until I felt like I was in a strange parallel universe. I started to panic and asked Bella if we could stop for a moment. I leant against the wall outside the delicious Peggy Porschen cake shop and suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of doom. On any normal day I would have rushed in to Peggy’s and salivated over the cake selection!
The feelings then passed and I instantly had the urge to call my teenage son and make sure everything was ok with him. Everything was.
Being a ‘skeptical’ spiritual kind of person I put it down to unknown phenomena – got on with my day and left it at that. Little did I know what was to come next.