Sometimes, strange things happen that we can’t explain. This isn’t one of those times.
My tale begins 6 months ago in a quiet village in the Cotswolds, Middle England.
So there I was, just minding my own business as always, when a withered old gypsy woman turned to me and said “By the time the moon has risen on the 3rd night, your life will change forever”.
Well the 3rd night came around and as the sun set and I glimpsed the first signs of the moon rising, there was a knock at the door.
“Mr. Stupified, I presume?” said a strange looking man in a long dark coat.
“Yes, that’s me” I replied.
“I need to speak to you. It’s important, may I come in?”
“Erm, well no. I have no idea who you are or what this is about.”
The strange man looked bewildered that I had not just invited him straight into my house without questioning his intentions. I waited for him to explain his reasons for wanting to step inside.
“I can’t say too much out here in case anyone hears me, but it’s about your neighbours at No.44.”
“Fine then. You’ve got two minutes.”
I let him step into the hallway but no further. I still didn’t have any real information about this man so I wasn’t going to let him look around my home.
“So go on then…” I abruptly announce as soon as the door is closed.
“Of Course. You see, I’m Geoff from No.44. Did you happen to take a parcel in for me today? We’ve had a card through the letterbox.”
“No Geoff, I didn’t. The card states the parcel was left at No.46. This is No.42”
“Ah right-oh” Said Geoff. “I’ll pop round there then.”
And so that was the last I saw of Geoff. Until a week last Thursday when he came round to borrow my garden strimmer.
I guess the gypsy woman was kind of correct, I mean my life did change forever – because now I know Geoff.
The End.
