This post was going to progress a little further and
conclude with ‘No, not the Titanic.’ Feel free to fill in the blanks.
And did I ever mention (I think I might have done) that the captain
of the Titanic, the much maligned – probably unfairly – Captain Smith, lived in
a house only a few streets from where I lived as a baby? Not at the same time,
of course.
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Want to know something really odd?
I'm going to assume you do... Today when i was paying for a new pair of shoes for Liam i dropped a nickel (5 cent coin) and looked and looked for it and couldn't find it anywhere even though it couldn't have gone far without hitting my cart or someone's foot. I think it went into a worm hole, found its way to Ashbourne and ended up in your pocket. You never know...
That is truly odd, Andrea. I like that explanation. This nickel was sitting dead centre of the curved top of a waste bin outside the supermarket. Odd.
It is odd. Too bad i'd never given notice to the year on it. We could've compared.
Maybe I should go and sit on the waste bin the next time I'm in Ashbourne. I might find myself suddenly sitting on a shop counter in Kingsport, Tennessee.Opens up quite a scenario, doesn't it? People fainting, others looking shocked, me saying 'Where the hell am I, and could you tell me where Andrea lives?'
HAHA! The government would keep it hush hush. You may have stumbled upon a portal. The CIA would whisk you away...
Have you noticed that CIA agents and Mormon missionaries are virtually indistinguishable? At least, that's how it looks from over here.
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