*Dims the lights dramatically and leans forward conspiratorially* I have a secret. *Lowers voice impressively* I am psychic. *Leans back and flips the lights up* Ok, I’m not actually psychic, but there have been a few times in my life where I have “just known” a specific thing was going to happen, and it later came to pass.
My earliest memory of this is on holiday as a child at a caravan park, so I must have been under 8 years of age. I entered a Treasure Hunt competition, where you had to mark the spot on a desert island map where you thought the treasure was buried. I was given a number 8 sticker to mark the map with, and scrutinised the map with the intensity and seriousness that only a child can accord such a minor event. I decided upon the woods, and as I stuck down my number 8 I knew, just *knew* that I’d won. My prize was an enormous colouring book that was almost bigger than me.
Now you could argue that some I subconsciously registered some twitch in the staff member’s face as I applied my sticker. So far as I recall I was so intent on making sure not even a nuclear blast could detach the sticker that I was blind to everything else, but the scientist in me concedes it’s a possibility.
On another occasion however, I purchased a raffle ticket, and as I took hold of the ticket “just knew” I had won. I chose an alarm clock from the prize table when my number was called. Now how or why I *knew* is anyone’s guess, since the tickets were randomly drawn at the end of the evening.
For today’s post I thought I would tell you my lottery scratch card story. Now I’m not usually a scratch card purchasing kinda gal, but whilst standing in a till queue, my gaze happened upon the scratch card display on the counter and I “just knew” that the next card was a winning ticket. I duly requested a scratch card, and was faintly shocked to receive the response “That’s £5 love, is that alright?”. I choked back the “How much? They were a pound in my day!” that rose to my lips, allowed myself a moment to feel tragically old before my time, and purchased the card – it was a winning ticket after all.
Now, I recall feeling oddly calm. I made it all the way home with the scratch card tucked in my wallet, before I seized my fate and began to scratch off the panels.
What’s that? Did I win? Well of course I did. I won a bloody fiver!!