I tried to record this one. The dictaphone didn’t work and I was convinced for a short time that a strange force was stopping this from happening.
After a short wait, in I went.
I was asked to make a wish with a crystal ball in my left hand. She then held both.
“You’re a worrier,” she said, pointing out my worry line full of anxieties on my right hand, “ but your life line’s strong. Your brain’s strong too – you won’t suffer tumours or haemorrhages.”
“You’re not married yet, are you… Don’t worry, it will happen, but it was meant to be nearer thirty than twenty. How old are you?” she asked, twenty nine the reply, “well you’ve already met the person you will marry, it could be the person you’re with now, it could be someone you went to school with…”
“I hope not,” I replied, “I went to an all-boys’ school!”
She laughed and went into one about how her daughters went to an all-girls’ school and were horrible to each other.
She went on to tell me more about me, though.
“You’re going through a big period of change… don’t worry, it’ll be for the best. In September, you’re going to come in to some money.
“I also see you travelling across the water.
“And you were born to be a leader – you will one day be your own boss.”
She wished me luck and bade me farewell. I stepped out on to the sunny Prom…
This was all getting a bit surreal.