October 2013, when the Storm battered the whole of the south of England. I got stuck in Somerset, on the Monday, when I was supposed to be travelling back north. Had to come home on the Tuesday instead. A little voice (Repeatedly) in the back of my Head told me (Whilst stood on the platform of Darlington Station) not to get on the Train.
Yes. My mum needed an operation which should have been routine. The night before I glanced at her and had an uncanny feeling that something was going to happen although she was quite upbeat about it. Felt the same way when I drove her to the hospital and wasn't really surprised when I had a call to say she had suffered a heart attack as she came out of anaesthetic and had passed away.