Anyone that knows me well will tell you that I’m regularly absent minded, also known as ‘off with the faeries’. This causes me to be forgetful, clumsy and ungrounded. A bit like Phoebe from Friends or Bridget Jones. The first person to notice it was my fourth driving instructor, who said it was a challenge teaching me how to drive and that he had to teach me to drive on auto-pilot. Anyone that’s been driven by me can relate to that.
I had a funny incident earlier this week. I went for a lovely walk through the woods and by the River Orwell in order to combat my fatigue and lethargy. It was approaching sunset and I was the only one there. It was quite magical and I imagined the faeries and elementals playing amongst the grass and the bushes.
Suddenly I heard some beautiful faery music that conjured up images of a faery sitting on a toadstool and playing a flute. I looked around. There was no-one to be seen. It was baffling. Could it really be faeries? The sound seemed to be coming from the undergrowth close to the river, behind a ridge. I tiptoed closer and peered over the edge, but there was nothing to be seen. Curiouser and curiouser.
I suddenly realised that I had inadvertently set off iTunes on my phone and that’s where the music was coming from.