My eldest nephew is the Grim Reaper. I bet you didn't expect me to say that on a Monday morning.
This weekend it was the Grand National horse race, which is a big deal in the country as a whole and an even bigger deal in Liverpool where the racecourse is. (Liverpool this, Liverpool that, do I ever shut up about my home town?). I love the horse racing but prefer the flat races and the Grand National can be particularly gruelling as horses seem to die jumping the fences every year. They'd made some safety changes to the course this year, but obviously still not enough to ensure the safety of the horses.
Anyway, onto the 'my eldest nephew is the Grim Reaper' business. Before the race started one of the horses (Synchronised) threw his jockey and made a bolt for it, to which my nephew said, 'That horse has so just had a final destination moment.' Synchronised was rounded up and entered the race, and within ten/fifteen minutes he'd fallen and needed to be put down. Makes you wonder if the horse did see what would happen.
Have you ever had a premonition?
In 1998 I had dozens of dreams about playing slot machines and gambling and they continued for a few weeks, culminating in the moment when I won a holiday to Las Vegas. Then, while in Vegas, I had a dream about an old-fashioned casino, with some very old slot machines away from the general floor and with a small avenue of shops running off it. When we found ourselves in that exact same casino (or as close to as my dream memory would allow) I said, 'Wow, this place is just like from my dream last night and in my dream the person next to me won a ton of cash from a slot machine.' Next moment...
...the slot machine next to me began spewing money.