Friday, 28 August 2009
I've had a friend whom I met in New Zealand but whose home is in Bishopbriggs near Glasgow staying with me this week. Hence my absence from Blogland. She left yesterday. So last night after doing odds and ends I decided, just before midnight, to relax for a while by watching an episode of West Wing on DVD. I was vaguely aware of voices but as I live alone I knew there should be no one else in the house. Yes I could definitely hear voices. So I looked outside. No voices. I listened. Voices. The problem was that they were quiet but they were definitely there. It took ages before I decided to do a tour of the rooms - after all I knew there was no one in them. It's not a large house - there are just nine rooms in total - and it's grown like topsy so it's quite an unusual layout. Anyway I eventually went into the main guest bedroom. There were the voices! Anna had presumably pushed a button on the alarm clock/radio at the side of the bed and it was chatting away to itself quite the thing. I laughed but was, I have to say, quite relieved. It had been a rather spooky experience.