I love all that ghostly stuff and The Northern Mother (who will now be known as NM from this point on) absolutely loves it.
WE arrived at the venue filled with hope that one of our dead relatives may come through to us with a message of
Many weird things have been happening to me and the NM lately, like things going missing and lights flickering so we were of course convinced that out of the 1000 people watching the show it would be us.
The show began with the lovely Sally coming on to a huge cheer and then she explained that if the message was for you a microphone would be handed to you and your face would appear on the huge screen behind her for everyone to see. This sent me into a complete state of panic as I riffled through my handbag to retrieve my hairbrush and my lip gloss. "What the hell are you doing?" asked the NM. "There is no way I'm going on that massive screen without my lippy" I replied. "Oh for gods sake" she said as she also grappled through her messy handbag looking for a lipstick. HOW VAIN ARE WE !!
It was at this point that Sally suddenly stopped ,turned to her left and said very loudly "GEORGE"!! This was my grandads name and the one we were hoping would come through. My mum gasped and I grabbed her leg so hard she winced in pain. "Its him" mum whispered.
Sally carried on and said "I'm sorry George, you will have to hang on. I am not finished with this lady yet".
But it was too late and she was moving on, I frantically kissed the back of my hand to remove some of it and waited............. and waited................."OOOOOOO, hang on" said Sally "I've a lady sitting on the edge of the stage right here (not a real lady you understand) and she is trying to get a message through to a.......Maureen."
"WHAT!!" the NM sort of whispered/shouted.
"What about George.....forget the bloody lady sitting on the stage the bloody gatecrasher, wheres George gone" I said.
And that was it, no mention of George and no message for us. To say we were disappointed would of been an understatement, why oh why hadn't she carried on with him. It was obviously him (never mind that the rest of the auditorium might have a relative called George) that was my Grandad or Dangrad as I called him.
As we reached the car the light above us flickered................"Open the bloody doors" I shouted as mum searched through her handbag. "I cant find my keys, my bags all mixed up because of the constant searching for my lipstick" she shouted back.
The light continued to flicker and the car wouldn't start straight away. Exactly at the same time we both said "GEORGE" and that was that , the car started and the light stopped flickering above us.
We drove home smiling to ourselves that maybe just maybe it was him and that it was his way at telling us not to be sad and that he was on that stage all the time watching us making total fools of ourselves plastering our lips in gloss.
I cannot say for sure that I am a firm believer and I am fine with that. It is nice to think that when my time comes someone might be there waiting for me.
Lots of Spooky Love