Chatting to a friend the other day I was reminded of an experience I'd had several years prior with my husband. It's not spooky per se but definitely defies logic.
Shopping alone in Guildford one day I suddenly remembered we needed a lightbulb. I couldn't remember which fitting we required so I resolved to ask my husband when he got home from work.
That evening, out of the blue, my husband said: "Did you figure out which lightbulb we needed?"
Shocked, I asked him how he knew.
"You sent me a text!" he replied, and proceeded to show me the text which he'd received from me.
I knew that I hadn't sent him a text and showed him my phone, which confirmed there was no record of the message having been written or sent.
