sixth sense

This morning I made a batch of really pretty cards.  I can't share them here as one is for my lovely friend,,,   Southern Softy.. Anona… :-)    The rest are for my birthday card stash.  It is nice to have a hand made card ready to pop in the post.  Then I went and collected a load of windfall apples from the bottom of the  garden. I have put one bowl of them aside for my friend Kath and the rest I peeled, cored and chopped into chunks.  I have cooked them until they are just tender and plan on making some apple pies for the freezer

I had just finished cooking them when I was filled with a sense of foreboding accompanied by the smell of cigarettes. I have never smoked and Tony only ever smokes away from home  and only when he isn't with me as I detest the smell. The feeling of dread was so intense that I rang Tony just to check if he is ok... thankfully he is... I occasionally smell pipe tobacco when I am sitting reading... Almost as though someone is walking past me smoking a pipe. That is accompanied by a lovely feeling of peace....nothing like the feeling I had this morning..  Hopefully everyone is safe.