On 31st May 1916, my father lived in Patricroft, then in eastern Lancashire. He was four years old.
On this day, his mother, Muriel Alpensinfonie, walked around the house uneasily. Her sense of unease increased in the evening and she just couldn't sleep during the night. Her husband, John Alpensinfonie, couldn't make sense of it, but eventually she said, "I can feel something. It's like there's a big battle going on". Later on the following day, her tension eased.
Soon afterwards, news of the Battle of Jutland emerged.
Impossible, or course, but a weird coincidence.
On this day, his mother, Muriel Alpensinfonie, walked around the house uneasily. Her sense of unease increased in the evening and she just couldn't sleep during the night. Her husband, John Alpensinfonie, couldn't make sense of it, but eventually she said, "I can feel something. It's like there's a big battle going on". Later on the following day, her tension eased.
Soon afterwards, news of the Battle of Jutland emerged.
Impossible, or course, but a weird coincidence.
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