I have been annoyed by a pop up window from Spyware Doctor informing me that www.thundercloud .com is a malicious site.  I wondered what was going on.
Now having read Thundercloud's blog I wrote the following to My Account and Technical support.

www.thundercloud.com reported erroneously as a malicious site.
I write to inform you that this site is free of malicious spyware or virus.  I have used it for the past 11 years.  They carry a recommendation of PCTools and Spyware doctor on their newsletters every week that have over 10,000 members.  I subscribed to this website on their recommendation and yet I get the pop up window telling me it is malicious site.
This MUST be attended to IMMEDIATELY by your technicians otherwise they are going to stop reccommending your site.

The way to stop this if others are having the same problem is to open the main page of Spyware Doctor. Go to 'Settings' and then 'global action list'.
Type in the name of the URL you wish to permanently allow and click ADD.  Then you should have no more pop ups.
Incidentally I had to do the same with Smileycons, Regnow.com,Freedownload center.com AND my own server, Telefonica.terra.es!!!

Something is obviously dreadfully wrong and we must just hope that it is soon rectified. Thank you to TC for all his information. I am unhappy that Norton has taken over Spyware Doctor.  I have always been happy with PC Tools. P.

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ORGAN DONATION

Gordon Brown, Prime Minister of the UK is in favour of what is called ‘Presumed Donation’ of organ transplants.

This means that your body parts can be extracted from your body after your death without your consent.

At the moment unless you carry a ‘Donor Card’ which gives your permission for your body parts to be used or permission to a special request is given by your immediate relatives, this cannot happen.

He is reported to have vowed to propose the changing of the law on organ donation regardless of the advice of a committee of scientists.

Up to 1000 patients a year die waiting for a spare body part even though about 15 million people carry ‘donor cards’ giving their permission.

No-one doubts the wonders that are achieved by surgeons and the extra years of life given to patients who have received successful transplants.  I’m sure if it was me in need of a body part from a person who has no more need of it I would be extremely grateful but……..at the same time I don’t feel comfortable about what amounts to State Sponsored Theft!

I feel that it is a particularly personal decision that one does not take lightly.

Another point is that the National Health Service cannot afford to pay for some life giving drugs as it is.  One patient reported on the News has been quoted £3000 every six weeks to pay for his life giving drugs himself as he has been refused by the National Health.  This of course is extortionate charges by the drug company.

Another point to consider is the objections of Religious Groups which include Jew, Christians, Muslims and Hindus.  Objectors find it dehumanising and it takes away the personal choice and the idea of it being a free gift.  One’s body is purely one’s own and not up for grabs by a government who will take it as a resource to be chopped up for spares!

I would be interested to know what others may think.

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Petanque is believed to have been started by the soldiers in the Napoleonic wars.  They played it with Cannon Balls.  France is still the accepted home of the game but here on the Costa del Sol  we Jubilados or retired ex- pats from England, Germany and Scandinavia have taken it up in a big way.  It doesn’t take very much energy and can be played all the year round.  It is a social game with a considerable amount of skill but a lot of luck!
Everyone who plays needs to have three steel boules.  They are quite expensive.  You buy them to fit the grip of your hand and the weight that you prefer.  The main makers of Boules are OBUT.  Each set of three boules has a number on and a set of letters that distinguish them from any other set of three boules.  This is how players can tell their boules from the others on the court.  To the unexpert eye, they all look exactly the same. They have different patterns engraved on them also which makes it easier to distinguish each player’s boules.

The game is played on a court of 14 metres long and four metres wide.  Any sort of hard pitch is supposedly correct to play on but it must be level and not sand.

The game is played by two teams.  They can be teams of three or teams of two people.  If they are teams of three each player plays with two boules but if they are teams of two each player has three boules.  There should always be twelve boules on the court or piste!

Teams are usually pointers and bombers.  The pointer starts the game by throwing up the coche or cochonaire.  It has to land between 6 metres and 10 metres away from the pointer who stands in a ring at the base of the piste.

The name Petanque comes from the French ‘tied feet’ meaning that the feet of the pointer are together within the circle.  Each player stands within this circle as he aims for the coche.

The pointer throws up his first boule to land as near as possible to the coche.  Then the first member of the opposing team will do the same, trying to get his boule even closer to the coche.  If possible he will try to ‘bomb’ out the boule near the coche and replace it with his own.  The game continues in this way with alternate members of each team until everyone has thrown up all their boules.  When that happens the two captains go up to the coche and count the number of boules nearest to the coche and award that number to the winning team. Then they change ends.  This continues until the first team gets to 13 points.  That means they have won that game.  Usually a match lasts for three games.

Here on the Costa del Sol there are several clubs.  People have played in car parks and on the beaches but the courts must be rolled and flattened and measured out with strings.  Members of the clubs like being near to a beach café where they can have a morning break for coffee.

My husband and I have been involved with Petanque clubs in Nerja ever since we arrived here twenty years ago.  There have been several clubs over the years.  The first one we were members of was part of a tennis club which was very nice but that was sold and other premises had to be found.  There followed a few years at a beach restaurant with petanca courts and then the owner died and his son didn’t want to have us any more.  After this, my husband found a deserted piece of beach which was just sand dunes.  He went to the Town council and discovered that the previous owner had died with no heirs so we moved on.  He got JCB’s to clear the sand dunes and level it and arranged for gravel chips to be laid over the site.  We now have about 90 members who play regularly three days a week on purpose laid ground with a little metal lock up hut to keep the tools and deck chairs in.  Also there is row of large boulders to stop the cars from parking on it and benches to sit either end of the courts for well earned rests between shots.

With this large group of members he arranges competitions with prizes of cups and medals and bottles of wine.  We have two dinner dances a year and once every week we have lunch in the beach restaurant.  He has had to delegate quite a lot of the organising to volunteers and this year he hopes he has retired after 15 years of doing all the organising by passing it over to a Chairman with a committee and social secretary to do all the work. 

As an onlooker for most of the time I am just keeping my fingers crossed that they will manage to do as well as he has over the years.  For that we shall have to just wait and see. P.

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First of all my thanks to all the members of NOTH who added their comments to my Blog yesterday about the little twelve year old girl who has chosen the right not to have any further operations.  Opinions were fairly evenly divided.  Now today, I have found this article in the 'Femail Mail' and feel compelled to publish it on NOTH as it is so eautifully written and explained much to me and is of great comfort.  Please read on:-

BEL MOONEY: Wise far beyond her years, Hannah deserves the right to choose

Last updated at 1:53 AM on 13th November 2008

One thing is certain about the sad case of Hannah Jones: in deciding to refuse further surgery, this 13-year-old girl has shown more maturity and wisdom than many people display in a lifetime.

In choosing family love and quality of life over the trauma of surgery and long months in hospital - in facing up to the death we will all meet one day - this brave teenager shows us all how to live.

Her lesson goes much further than showing courage in the face of adversity. It is about acceptance.

First let me explain why I understand the choice Hannah made, supported by her parents, Andrew and Kirsty - an intensive care nurse experienced in the care of her daughter.

As a parent who spent untold hours, days, weeks in children’s wards by my daughter Kitty’s bed (during ongoing treatment for a bowel disease) I can reveal that, in your own anguish, you feel a part of the ‘punishment’ inflicted on your beloved child.

If you have sat in a children’s ward, hearing a girl scream continuously after yet another long operation; if you have gone over to lay a sorrowing hand on the pitiful hump of bedclothes that is somebody else’s child, knowing the surgery has not been a success; if you have heard her cry out ‘Mum!’ in agony...then you do not speak lightly of these matters.

When your own child is very ill you move around with a black cloud over your head, and every fibre of your being wants his or her treatment to be a success.

Sometimes desperation fights with love. Sometimes you feel it’s all your fault. And then, when your child wails: ‘Why is this happening to me?’ your lack of answers is the worst failure.

I have no doubt that Mr and Mrs Jones have experienced all those conflicts, and even more griefs.

Yet the other side of the coin is mysterious and awe-inspiring. Because often sick children become very wise, very strong. They are forced to be.

You can look into the eyes of a 16-year-old who has just had major surgery and see an ancient person looking back at you - someone who has experienced more than you have in your life to date.

To use the word ‘brave’ falls short - because, as my daughter used to say: ‘You’re not brave, because you have no choice.’

For very sick children buckle down to hard realities because they must. And it can certainly toughen them up.

When my daughter was Hannah’s age she would confront consultants, insisting they talk to her, not about her, and as soon as it was allowed she insisted on signing her own consent form with a furious flourish.

At that time, we had no idea what the outcome would be and the fear was terrible. But ‘it’s my body’, Kitty snapped - defying anybody to disagree. And I’m sure that’s what Hannah Jones thinks, too.

There is, of course, a moral issue here. Does a 13-year-old have the right to make such a solemn decision? All my experience of children in hospital tells me ‘Yes’.

Since the Eighties, this has, in fact, been enshrined in law, with young people able to give consent to treatment if they have ‘sufficient understanding’.

As Dr Deborah Bowman, senior lecturer in medical ethics at Great Ormond Street, has pointed out, there is obvious concern if a child refuses treatment that everybody deems to be in their best interests - and, in fact, Great Ormond Street has said they would not have carried out the transplant against Hannah’s wishes.

But what if Hannah’s parents had desperately wanted her to have the operation and still she had refused?

I confess I can imagine myself pleading: ‘Listen to the doctors, darling, they know best.’

The fact is, none of us can imagine how we would feel in this situation, and the clinicians have to look at each individual case afresh.

There is a legal distinction between allowing the young person to ‘consent to’ an operation and allowing them to refuse it.

The law allows in the latter case for a child’s decision to refuse an operation to be over-ridden by her local healthcare trust - as happened in Hannah’s case. It may well be that this was an over-zealous decision; certainly, it offended Hannah’s parents deeply.

Yet doctors are bound by oath to do everything they can to heal the sick, and when the patient is a very young person they are inevitably going to be impelled to try everything possible.

It is hard to blame a doctor whose intervention was well-meaning - if misguided.

A child protection officer interviewed Hannah when the health authority was seeking a court order to have her removed from her parents and taken to hospital for the operation.

Imagine how that officer felt, interviewing this young teenager privately and coming to the conclusion that she must have the right to choose her own fate. The hospital then decided not to continue with the action.

The officer who spoke to Hannah must have been overwhelmed by the wisdom of a small, fair girl who has undergone so much and found the dignity to say: ‘No more.’

Hannah’s heart - damaged but true - has told her that she does not want to prolong her life at any price.

Our fundamental human impulse is to stay alive; that’s why suicide shocks us so much. Each new argument about drugs which may or may not become available on the NHS, each debate about potentially life-saving medical experiments testify to our desire not to ‘go gentle into that good night’, as Dylan Thomas said.

Yet we are mortal, and the weekend’s solemn ceremonies of Remembrance remind us that, no matter how much we avoid thinking about death, it awaits us all, at some stage.

To accept that truth can intensify the most mundane aspects of the everyday, for not one of us, including Hannah, can know for sure what will be the measure of our days.

All we can do is live each day in love, relishing each moment as it ticks by.

And it is that which Hannah has chosen.

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In the UK News recently the main article of interest has been about a little thirteen year old girl who has been given permission by the court to refuse any further operations.  She needs a heart transplant.
The main points behind the story is that she has a hole in the heart and she has leukemia.  She has spent most of her young life in hospital and has had numerous operations.  She appears to be a very mature young lady who has made up her own mind.
She has been saying that she didn't want any more operations since she as twelve and that she just wants to be at home.
In the UK doctors have the right to treat a young patient under sixteen even against her wishes.   Evidently all the doctors who had been treating her previously were away or unable to be consulted and she had a new doctor who was about to perform the operation against her wishes. Hence the court case. Evidently there is a danger of infection from the drugs she would have to take after the transplant due to her leukemia.  She appears to understand all the details and her parents are standing by her decision.
Now I just cannot comprehend the agony her parents must be going through.  Yes, they have their daughter at home where she wants to be but with a very limited life span.
What would I do in such circumstances?  I just don't know.  Do I believe that a young person of twelve or thirteen can make such a decision for herself?  If I were her parent, what would I do?
I just cannot decide and I feel very deeply about this so I am asking you. 
I just wish I could have quoted a link to a news bulletin about this for you but unfortunately it is yesterday's news now but has left me in a state of turmoil.  P.

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Confessions of a cheating wife: Why would ANY woman risk the happiness of her family, and betray the husband she still loves, by having an affair?

By Clare Campbell
Last updated at 11:10 AM on 07th November 2008

This article expresses the insight into a woman’s mind when she is having an affair and I thought that many members might be interested to read it:-

Caroline is a 39-year-old press officer who has been married to Steve, 43, a radio producer, for 12 years. The couple have a nine-year-old daughter and live in West London. Caroline has been having an affair with Nick, 38, her sister's ex-boyfriend, for the past 16 months. Nick is also married. Recently, Steve told Caroline he would like them to try for another baby. Overwhelmed with guilt, Caroline is torn between telling her husband the truth or continuing the affair. Here is her controversial story.

Compared to other women, I know I'm lucky - the have-it-all woman with a loyal husband, good career, lovely daughter and beautiful home. For ten years I was happy, never imagining for a moment I would deceive my husband, Steve, or wilfully damage those I love.

But that, to my deep regret, is exactly what I have done, and continue to do. After meeting Nick, my sister's former boyfriend, at a press launch 18 months ago, we foolishly started an affair. I wish with all my heart I'd never taken that first rash decision to betray my husband, as I now find myself in an impossible conflict: torn between my husband and my lover, and in danger of destroying my family. I hadn't seen Nick for seven years until we met again. He told me he was also married, although he and his wife didn't yet have children. Nick and I had always liked one another, even when he was dating my sister. But I'd forgotten how easy it was to talk to him and how much we had in common.

He said he worked in TV and, like me, preferred getting away to the country at weekends rather than going to dinner parties. After spending most of the evening chatting, we swapped e-mail addresses.

I didn't mention meeting Nick to my husband, Steve, when I got home - but was secretly thrilled to receive an e-mail from Nick the following morning, asking me to lunch at a smart London restaurant.

We spent so long talking that day that I nearly missed an important afternoon appointment.

Afterwards, Nick texted to say how much he'd enjoyed seeing me.

We met again several times over the next few weeks, and as my feelings for him deepened I knew I should stop seeing him - but selfishly, I didn't.

By the time Nick and I had been in touch for two months, our relationship had already intensified to the point that we were e-mailing daily and seeing one another almost every week - meeting for lunch in the park or a quick drink after work.

Steve has never been the jealous type and, as my job involves a lot of socialising, he didn't seem suspicious.

At first, I continued to pretend to myself there was no harm in Nick and I just being 'friends'.

I love my husband dearly and wasn't deliberately trying to destroy my marriage. I'm not normally the kind of person who takes risks and still don't know why I fell for Nick so heavily - perhaps because I'd first met him when I was free and single and in my 20s.

It wasn't the appeal of an illicit affair that drew me to him, so much as the depth of intimacy between us. Nick listened to me the way my husband used to when we were first married.

Although I know Steve still loves me, there are times when I feel as if he doesn't even notice I'm there. By comparison, Nick made me feel I mattered again. Looking back, I should have read the warning signs that our relationship was becoming too serious much earlier than I did.

I know some women will feel I am a scarlet woman who doesn't deserve the love of my family, but I am trying to explain how strong were my feelings for Nick.

The first time we kissed was completely spontaneous. Saying goodbye on a rainy afternoon, Nick put his jacket over my head to shelter me, and the impulse for both of us was irresistible.

Being together felt so completely natural it seemed impossible that it could be wrong. Meeting at a hotel to make love a few weeks later was one of the most intense and at the same time the most embarrassing experiences of my life.

Signing the hotel register, I was convinced I was going to be found out at any moment. I felt incredibly guilty about my husband and daughter.

But I couldn't deny how important Nick was to me. It wasn't just about sex, but about passion and a genuine sense of connection.

I tried to remind myself this was how I'd once felt about my husband. But I couldn't remember what that was like.

Afterwards, I felt ashamed, imagining that everyone I met in the street or on the train knew what I'd done. But by the time I arrived home I'd again convinced myself that it was better to get this feeling out of my system than split up my family.

I knew that whatever happened, there was no way I would be able to forget about Nick.

At first, I thought I could cope with having an affair, without damaging my marriage. Nick and I agreed not to text one another, and to use a separate Hotmail account to communicate by e-mail.  

We also agreed not to talk about our partners when we were together. I didn't want to know anything about Nick's wife - I feel uncomfortable with the thought I was betraying another woman by sleeping with her husband.

I was shocked by my own behaviour sometimes, staring at myself in the mirror as I put on my make-up in the mornings, wondering how I could do something so shameful and deceitful to the man I was supposed to love.

I hated all the dishonesty, but felt it was worth it just to be able to have contact with Nick.

I thought about how wonderful it would be if we could have more time together, to do the ordinary things other couples do - such as going for a meal or being able to introduce each other to our friends.

Most of all I longed to spend a whole night with Nick, but had to accept this was unlikely to happen.

Although I didn't think Steve had noticed any change in me - maybe you don't when you've been with your partner as long as we have - there's no doubt that the affair affected our relationship.

But we still had sex because I didn't want to arouse any suspicion by putting a stop to our physical relationship.

Despite my feelings for Nick, I didn't want to abandon my husband and daughter and run off with him.

I knew what I was doing was wrong, but felt I was at least trying to protect those I loved from the consequences of my own, undeniably selfish, actions.

I wasn't going to leave Steve because I could never deliberately cause him that much pain.

By then, Nick and I had decided that if we could keep it secret, no one, apart from us, would get hurt. We knew we wouldn't be able to meet often, but even that seemed preferable to not being able to meet at all.

Then last Christmas, on the night before I was flying to Berlin on a business trip, Nick and I bumped into a friend of mine in the street outside the hotel.

Fortunately, she never said anything more about it. But I spent the next few weeks living in fear that she might, realising for the first time how near we'd come to being found out.

I didn't know what to do. I felt I was trying to survive in what had suddenly become an impossible situation.

I tried to tell myself I must end the affair. But each time I was with Nick I felt like a teenager again, totally and helplessly in love. Torn between two men I really cared for, I decided to continue seeing Nick, but at the same time do my best to protect my husband from finding out.

Over the past year, as my feelings for Nick intensified, I have become increasingly torn between my affair and my home, falling behind with my work and being distant and impatient with my family.

I remember in particular one evening when my daughter asked me to help with her maths homework. Preoccupied by thoughts of wanting to be with Nick, I became irritable. Later when I kissed her goodnight, I saw tears on her eyelashes and started to cry myself.

I realised that my life was becoming unmanageable. I knew I should stop the affair, but couldn't face the unhappiness it would cause me.

Then, six months ago, Steve asked me over dinner one evening if we could start thinking about having another baby. I had to pretend to be thrilled and excited by his suggestion. But inside I felt terrified, as if I had been handed an ultimatum.

Even worse than this was the momentary thought that if I did have another child, I would prefer it to be Nick's.

I knew then that I didn't want to carry on living a double life. I couldn't face losing Nick but, equally, I could never be happy with him knowing how much pain I'd caused my husband and daughter.

When I confided to Nick that Steve wanted another child, he was as distressed as I was, saying he didn't want to lose me, but wasn't ready to leave his wife.

He told me she trusted him and relied on him to look after her, and that he could no more face telling her the brutal truth about how he'd been betraying her than I could contemplate confessing all to Steve.

Since then I have been playing for time, telling Steve I don't want to take a career break immediately, but that I will start to think about having another child.

I sometimes try to imagine what it would be like to tell Steve about Nick voluntarily. But I find it impossible to consider because I know it would destroy him.

Perhaps there will come a time when I might consider leaving my marriage and I suppose, deep down, I do know there's a possibility we'll be found out.

Strangely, I also realise I would be heartbroken if my husband slept with someone else, and yet I am being unfaithful to him. Nothing about having an affair is rational. What shocks me most about all this is that I'm usually a sensible, rational person. Friends come to me for advice when their love lives are in a mess, not the other way around.

I've started having nightmares about Steve finding out about my affair, and shouting at me while I'm trying desperately to think of something to say, some way of excusing what I've done.

But I know there isn't anything I could ever say that would make it all right again. Nothing would ever be the same between us, I know. But then it isn't already. Everything that's happened since I met Nick has been based on a lie, for which I totally accept I am at fault. I just don't know what the solution is.

I'm desperately unhappy. I've thought about making an appointment to see my doctor, but would be too ashamed to tell him what's going on.

I have confided in one or two close women friends. Talking about my worries relieves my anxiety, but does not do anything towards helping me make a decision.

I don't want to force Nick to do anything. If we do end up together I want it to be because we love one another. Nick has said this is a decision that I have to make alone. But we both know I would be choosing between him and Steve.

Recently Steve has started to notice how preoccupied I am and has been asking if there's anything wrong at work. I said there wasn't. But I am getting increasingly jumpy and nervy around the house.

My daughter, too, has been asking 'What's wrong, Mummy?' making me feel more guilty than I do already.

I know I should stop seeing Nick. But I'm afraid I might regret it for the rest of my life.

And having another child by my husband, when my emotions are in turmoil, seems even more immoral than having an affair.

All names have been changed.

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Tee Tree Oil is now found to cure virus infections!

Health stories from around the world this week include a 12-year-old Irish girl whose warts disappeared after 12 days of using tea tree oil.

Tea tree oil: Cures warts

Tea tree oil may be an effective remedy for warts, according to a report published in the Complementary Therapies In Clinical Practice journal.

Doctors at Belfast City Hospital have reported the case of a girl whose hand warts disappeared after 12 days of daily treatment with the oil, which is rubbed into the skin.

Tea tree oil comes from the leaves of the melaleuca alternifolia tree, which is native to Australia. It has already been shown to have antiseptic benefits.

Now the oil is thought to have anti-viral effects as well.

Warts are caused by infection with the human papilloma virus (HPV), which causes a hard material called keratin, found in the top layer of the skin, to grow too much - producing the classic hard texture of a wart.

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Well it’s two days to go to the big day – The American Elections.

Is it going to be Obama or McCain?  The world waits and watches.  Especially those of us in the Western world who remember the Second World War so vividly.  We might be a little older than the rulers of our countries today. I was shocked to read that Obama is the same age as my eldest son!

Is it just me or do we expect the political leadership to be a generation older than us?

Margaret Thatcher was older than me; as was Edward Heath and of course the others, Atlee and Churchill.  All older and wiser and worthy of respect.  They were respected not just for their age but for their experience and education.

Tony Blair was admired and respected when he came to power even though he was a much younger man standing for Prime Minister than ever before.

No, I don’t think that age has anything to do with it.

We must respect a man for his principles and his philosophy. He must show determination to guide his people along the right path – AND, not just HIS people, the Americans; but all of us over on the other side of the Atlantic.

The decision that you make on Tuesday will affect not just you but everyone in the world.

It is for this that I do beg of you, each and every one of you to look deep into your hearts before you put your cross on the paper.  Put aside prejudices.  Put aside preconceived ideas.  Think only of the man.  Don’t think of his age or his colour.  It is what is inside a man that really counts.  Does he have the energy and strength of character to hold such a responsible and powerful office?  After all he will become the most powerful man in the world.

Whatever happens and whoever gets in, the world is in a pretty pickle at the moment you have to agree.  I don’t envy the recipient of this responsibility.  I wouldn’t like to be the person to sort it all out.  The Financial Crashes, the war in Afghanistan, Global Warming, National Health Care for the U.S. to name only a few.

NO, you must use your vote but use it wisely.  Make up your own minds and not be swayed by anyone else.

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Hi everyone, since it's Halloween I thought I would share my spookiest story with you.

It happened way back in the 80s when I was an estate agent. I went round to value a beautiful old coach house and was welcomed in by a mum and her young son.

Over a cuppa I said how lucky they were to live in such a quirky old house. The little boy looked up from his sandwich and said, "Yeah it's great, except the ghost really annoys me!"

His mum looked embarrassed and told me that they had experienced something spooky in the house, but didn't talk about it for fear of people thinking they were strange. She went on to tell me about the time the kitchen stool moved of its own accord across the kitchen. I must admit, it gave me goose bumps!

She began showing me around the house, and we went into the bathroom. There was a lovely antique mirror on the wall above the bath. She told me that one night she was lifting her daughter out of the bath, when she saw the reflection of a man in a rain mac in the mirror! She froze in fear as she thought someone had broken in. She turned around to face the intruder, but when she did there was no one there...

She saw the man appear more frequently over the next few months and eventually got used to him being there. She said she realised he didn't mean any harm to her family. I was genuinely chilled by this point! The woman and her husband became friends with another young couple who lived in the other part of the converted coach house.

One night they went over to the couple's house for dinner. The night went well and during the evening the woman needed to visit the bathroom. As she walked along the landing she noticed an old painting on the wall. It was a portrait of a man that looked strangely familiar, and as she looked closer she realised it was the man she'd been seeing around her house!

She asked the couple about the painting and the man explained that it was a portrait of his great great grandfather who had died in an accident whilst driving a horse and carriage, and that he had lived in the coach house many years before!! Spooky ey?

Have you got any spooky tales? I'd love to hear them, let me know by leaving a comment.

Love Dale x

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