The Bird

Thankfully these last few days have been rather quiet at the house, even Thursday night was quiet, although that is something that has crossed my mind and made me think a little.

This last Thursday was different due to the fact my gf was actually home with me, she couldn't work that evening as her car was having work done on it, and I was at work so I needed my own car, hence she couldn't borrow mine. So I wonder if the fact that nothing really happened was down to the fact I wasn't alone ? which makes me think even further, and in two possible directions.

1. Either I am going crazy, which I don't feel, as all of these events tend to happen when I am generally alone, although having said that Max our dog does react a lot to things he senses or hears which I don't. Max isn't a nervous dog at all, and will bark at anyone that enters into the home. Plus on the odd occasion things have moved or seemingly moved that both my gf and myself have witnesses. When I say moved, I don't mean floating around on it's own, I simply mean either one of us will leave something somewhere, and when we return to use it, it has moved.

2. What ever it is that surrounds me in my house is in fact a part of myself and my life, I have "seen" things in my life before, some of which was when I was a very young child. My mum remembers most of the things I said as a child, epically about the things I encountered, but these things aren't generally talked about. What did strike me as odd was a comment my gf made about me being sensitive to "these" sort of things ? I never realized I went on about what happens here or what may have happened in other houses we have lived in.

Anyway, all of this detracts from my latest post, basically I have started to think about all of the "other" things that have happened here, which I have dismissed down to me being tired or the fact that they are just normal events in life.

This brings me about to "The Bird", it was the first week of us living here, and I was in the front room watching some T.V when I heard a thump on the window behind me, I got up and walked to the window and on the lawn in my front garden was a little bird, dead with a broken neck. We both went outside and I picked it up and moved it to a bush. I said to my gf that the bird looked young and that in fairness our windows are massive. Now although nothing "spooky" happened then, it's just one of many events that I never wrote about until now.

The reason I now feel I will start to share with you all of the other "little" things is just so I want you, the reader to have a more balanced thought about the house I live in.