Last weekend I spent Saturday night raking about in the dark at a medical museum in Leeds that used to be a workhouse back in the mists of time.
What energies could possibly be lurking about there then?
Imagine my geeky joy when the company running this after hours event uttered the magic words;
“Feel free to go off on your own, just as long as you let us know roughly where you’re headed”
So, a ghost hunt, in the dark; free reign to wander with my equally geekish pal, and it was in a museum full of bizarre medical implements with a buffet laid on to boot.
What is not to like there? Cue such phrases as; “I’m quite partial to an iron lung”, “Ooooh trepanning” and “let’s pretend we’re in an Isis video”.
The next day I took a wander up the road to the store. When I got there I realized I didn’t have my phone. I thought perhaps I’d left it at home. I retraced my steps anyway but no joy. No luck at home either. What a pain! Rang the mobile company to suspend the account while youngest rang the phone just in case anyone had it.
She passes the phone to me and I hear a masculine voice say “Remember them two lesbians you passed on the bridge?” I remembered passing two girls who looked as if they were doing the Sunday morning walk of shame home. I wondered why this dude on the phone was bringing them up??
“Well that’s us”, says the ‘dude’.
Ah. Now I see.
It seemed they had seen me motor past them in a hurry. My phone must’ve slipped from my hoodie pocket. They saw it on the ground and picked it up. Shouted me (but I had headphones on, lost in the Metallica zone). They tried running after me, but both had massive chunky platform shoes on. They couldn’t find me at B&M or Morries (because I was in Iceland) so when they got home they put an appeal out on FB to locate the phone owner. Of course, I sacked FB off last year (very soul cleansing – I recommend it!)
Anyhow, seems they live down the road on the council estate so I said I’d go round and pick it up.
I made youngest come with me (eldest was out) just in case I got sex-trafficked (more likely she would TBH) or if they were homicidal lesbians, who lure victims to their killing lair by taking their phone hostage.
Turns out, they were good people. There are actually some out there. Who knew?
I gave them each an Easter egg as a thank you (had bought them for workmates – so pardon about that!) I also offered them a tenner reward but they wouldn’t take it.
So, no need to get a new phone. No need to get it blocked. And I got out of the ghetto down the road without too many shouts of “Hya Miss!” Man am I glad I don’t live down there – for more reasons than just avoiding students I teach.
A good weekend indeed.
On half term now and thank fuck for it! I was about at the end of my last nerve. Definitely need two weeks off for Easter.
This is probably the best thing that will be on TV over the Easter weekend though. They just don’t make shows like, ‘Easter with Liberace’ anymore…probably just as well.
Ciao Ciao & be kind y’all.