NotSpaghetti
Way back at the beginning of 1972 when my father died unexpectedly, Mum in her distress cried that she'd never be able to tackle the complicated central heating system which needed checking every day. Only Dad had ever dealt with it.
Today's are much more sophisticated, computerised and self-regulating, ours was not and each room was on a different timer, with a dashboard of dials to manually twist and set.
But astonishingly, it all adjusted itself for many weeks, turning down on warmer days, and up again in the bedrooms on cold ones.
When, eventually Mum felt up to getting out the manual and coping with all the dials and switches, it continued to correct her mistakes until she got the hang of it.
To the end of her life, Mum said it was Dad who did that and she was the sort of person who'd spent her life scornfully denying anything supernatural or arcane.
Several months lafer, I was to support a friend who wanted to see a medium.
Like Mum, I was was extremely sceptical of such things but prepared to help a friend.
It was evening and I switched on the standard lamp beside my chair - it flickered alarmingly.
Mum said Dad had intended fixing it but hadn't got round to it.
So I took the lamp to pieces and fixed the loose wiring as we watched Coronation Street 
My friend arrived and off we went to the medium's house.
I sat in the kitchen with the lady's husband, chatting about old movies while my friend went into the sitting room for her interview.
When they both came out, the medium said to me, 'I know you're not here for a reading but your Dad says thank you for mending that lamp for your mother - does that make sense?'
Well, no not really.
It was true but certainly didn't make sense as I hadn't mentioned it to my friend.
Somehow that medium knew.
Nfk good to see you posting 
I still wonder how Mamissimo is. If you're lurking and reading, please drop a line or two. 