Sorry. I forgot the ‘and’…
But there are no two ways about it, both applied this morning.
It started, had I but known it, two nights ago. Ani was sprawled asleep on the remains of the sofa, having decommissioned it for the night and reinvented it as a den. It must have been late as the village of Waddesdon slept quietly; the silence broken only by the dogged tapping of the keyboard and a certain amount of snoring from under the sofa cushions.
There was an almighty crack, as if a small stone had been hurled at the window. Except it sounded as if it was in the room. I had a look… flicked the outside lights on… nothing. Except a very alert small dog looking at me accusingly as I ignored her ‘pointing’ at the picture on the wall. I inspected that too. Still nothing. I shrugged and sat back down to finish up for the night, thinking no more about it. Odd things happen here.
Next morning I watered the houseplants and noticed the flowers in the vase must have been thirsty… they had drunk all their water. I was a little surprised… it is a big vase and one I rather like, being a simple design of really thick, heavy glass, perfect for a spring bouquet. Having the plastic jug in my hand I simply topped it up in situ, wondering how long their fragrance would last.
This morning the vase was, I noticed, half empty again… which was really surprising. It isn’t a small vase and there weren’t that many stems in it. Still, I thought I had better fill it before I left for work. I picked it up to carry to the kitchen… the flowers and vase came with me… and the water stayed put. Except, water doesn’t.
It escapes in a great gush.
So I’m standing there gobsmacked with my hands full of wilting flowers holding the bowl of the vase, watching the water, which should have been contained within its heavy glass curves, move ever closer to the laptop and the things I had been working on for the workshop…
You know those eternal moments of utter blankness when the world stops and ceases to make any sense at all? Yep… one of those…
Then all hell breaks loose as I dive for the kitchen, scattering flowers, to ditch the vase in the sink, grab the towel and kitchen paper… rescue the laptop and try to mop up the absconding water before it does too much damage… It was about this point I realised it was running red too.
Here, of course, was the explanation. The base of the vase still sat happily in the centre of the table, its clarity almost invisible in the puddle of destruction. How and why would have to wait.
Further inspection… once the table had been cleared, gadgetry rescued from inevitable death by drowning and fingers neatly repaired with sticking plasters… showed the base to have been neatly sliced all the way round… a heavy, solid glass base perfectly detached from its bowl which is itself at least half an inch thick. My mind skipped back to the sharp crack of glass two days earlier. It must have gone then… though how and why I have no idea. It had simply been sitting there for a few days untouched.
What I couldn’t understand was how the water had stayed in at all… and if it hadn’t, where had it gone and why hadn’t I noticed the puddles?
That at least I could solve… sort of… There must have been seepage, and somehow, instead of heading for the laptop it had been soaked up by a mask on the table. A moon mask I was working on for the ritual workshop and which was now sodden, even though the morning’s flood hadn’t reached it.
It figures, of course… moon and water are intimately linked and the moon draws water… And what with the equinox, a new moon and the solar eclipse, weirdness should be little surprise. Especially in this house.
Even so, I am still no wiser as to what caused the vase to fracture in the silence….
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
You know, I wouldn’t believe it, but it happened to me. Except the culprit was an exploding wooden chopping bowl and freshly made chicken salad. They didn’t believe me at Macy’s either. They asked me if I’d taken an ax to it …
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Really leaves you wondering what the hell happened, doesn’t it?
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That is weird!!!!!
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Yep… very odd…
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One of the unexplained oddities of life
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Is there a radiator nearby ,Sue – coldness of the night near window,- heat inside? I’d rather just believe it’s a weirdness – but the practical side of me always needs an answer.
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I always look at the logic first… and No, the table is in the centre of the room, unused except when I have guests or am sewing.. andthat didn’t apply. Ani was sleeping… no extremes of temperature. It just went.
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…canine poltergeists, obviously …woof:) woof!
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Wouldn’t surprise me at all 🙂
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OUCH!
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Yep!
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Really weird!
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Indeed! 🙂
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very spooky, Sue, but all things considered, maybe not so odd after all. As you say, what with the sun and moon doing crazy things, almost anything is possible.
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Few things get me sppoked, but it was quite odd.
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Oh goodness! Sounds like the day, not too long ago, when I impatiently poured the too hot chaga tea I had just brewed into the glass canister I kept it in. Not a fun moment!
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Er… no! I can imagine!
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Happened to me on a few occasions. The last time it happened the water tipped all over my niece’s boyfriend, who we were not very keen on anyway. It seemed to do the trick. I am wicked or what? 🙂
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LOl 🙂 Perfectly, Hugh 🙂
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Ani probably knows the answer but isn’t telling! Yep, this is truly weird!
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She seemed convinced the picture on the wall was to blame.
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One of those extreme happenstances that occur. No rhyme nor reain to it at all.
Evelyn
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There certainly doesn’t seem to be, Evelyn!
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Maybe Ani sang a high C when you weren’t home… Mysterious… and not good seeing red. We have a mystery crack in our kitchen window which is holding up so far.
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Few things would surprise me where that dog is concerned, Ellen! 🙂 No real damage done though, thankfully.
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You are a mystery-magnet, you attract them! Beautiful flowers – I love the clove-like scent of stock – the yellow roses offer a perfect compliment.
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Stock is one of my favourites… and as you say, the yellow roses look lovely with them. As to the mysteries, I suppose it is an occupational hazard 🙂
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Or who caused it? My first thought is this sounds like someone is trying to communicate with you, get your attention, in an interesting way. Maybe just sit quietly and ask who it is and what they want? If nothing comes of that within the day then there’s probably a different this worldly explanation. 🙂
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I’m not that difficult to contact 🙂
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Wow…this sounds like the beginning of a paranormal suspense novel 🙂 Great story Sue…scary for sure, especially the feeling in the bottom of your stomach that the computer will be drenched!! Talk about a horror story replacing all of your work 🙂
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Especially as Stuart’s new book is on there.. and that’s the only copy of what we have put together so far…
But we do get a lot of strange stuff here.
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I used to work for a cut glass crystal company. I suspect that the vase even if moulded had a fairly heavy base and the thinner glass just above the base received a knock at some time causing a small fracture, similar to one on your windscreen.. over time especially under the weight of all the water and the large bouquet the tiny fracture widened. I have the bottom drop out of heavy bottomed whisky tumblers before.. hope that is some help..
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That’s the only thing I could think of too, Sally. Though the loud, audible crack two nights before still has me baffled.
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I think that might have been the crack expansion thinner glass walls with a thicker base are fragile and it just took time. I am hoping the eclipse and the Equinox working together might magic up some lottery numbers tonight.. if you do not hear from me for a while………
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Good luck… I ought to risk it too… 🙂
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Got to love a good mystery!
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As long as there are plenty of sticking plasters in the first aid kit 🙂
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Ya, that part not so good 😦
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Just silly… should have realised 🙂
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Ah, but the computer…we all understand the fearfilled panic. Just had mine repaired from tea spilled on it. Tough days without it. I would’ve risked a boo boo or two to spare it too. Hope your cuts aren’t too severe.
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Healing nicely… but the laptop would have been a disaster!
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Now I’m wondering what the picture was of…
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Anubis… go figure.
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How very strange!
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Just a bit.
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