Not long after I moved/downsized hundreds of miles from our family home to be closer to my DDs and was worried whether I’d done the right thing & was feeling generally out of my comfort zone, I woke suddenly in the wee small hours to see my late DH at the bottom of the bed smiling (he always smiled) telling me that everything would be ok - and then he was gone. I’m very sceptical about Post death ‘appearances’. I want to believe it was him but just wonder if it was just the continuation of a dream .... He has never appeared since then ?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Canard islanders tell Brits to go home.