u/newdawnfades123

There has to be people on Reddit who do this. I see it every day. Come on at gosforth park, jump over to middle lane, and never go back to lane 1. Same other direction. Come over the Tyne and stay in the middle lane all the way to gosforth park. I get why people (wrongly) think driving up to merge in turn point is queue jumping - so I can at least understand this bit of bad driving - but middle lane hogging does not make any sense whatsoever.

I was watching an old crimewatch the other day - from the 80’s, and someone said they’d been on their lunch hour. And then I was watching an old fools and horses episode and someone mentioned the same thing. I asked my dad and he said when he worked in the 80’s, it was always an hour.

My experience since working starting 1999, is that it was always 30 minutes. And I don’t know if anybody who gets a full hour unless they are working a 13 hour shift.

So when did it change? It was it always the same and I’m just perceiving wrong?

**edit** Turns out we in the medical field are getting shafted with breaks! It’s universal 30 minutes unless you’re working a 12.5 hour (and even then it’s technically an hour but barely anybody gets it)

So I need to preface this with the fact that I am a complete skeptic on things like psychics. I am a firm believer of the Barnum effect and confirmation bias. I believe that people who go to see this people are merely making the narrative fit. However, things have been happening of late with my daughter and I am just absolutely baffled. There are countless times these things have happened but previously I’ve always chalked them up to coincidences, however, over the last year the following has happened:

In early january my mum was rushed into hospital. She had a severe case of the flu. That same exact day, we were due (myself and my daughters) to go on a family holiday. My mum decided that she wouldn’t tell us because she didn’t want us to worry. She didn’t text or message a single person about being in hospital. And she made my dad promise he wouldn’t either. He didn’t.

On the first night there, my daughter(who’s 14) came into my room and said, “when did you last speak to grandma?” I said, “a couple of days ago.” She said, “was she ok?” I said, “yes she was fine..” my daughter then called my mum and asked her if she was ok. My mum, not wanting to worry us all said she was fine. My daughter then came back in the room and said “something is really wrong with grandma. You need to call her.” So I did. Had a 10 minute chat with her and she was telling me that she was just relaxing at home and dad had gone out shopping. At no point did I hear any noises in the background that would indicate otherwise (and retrospectively I discovered my mum was in a private room with no equipment in there, so no typical hospital beeps etc could have been heard by my daughter.” Reassured my daughter that everything was ok.

The next morning she woke up early and came into my room and told me she’d had a dream about my mum and she in hospital and they were putting a mask on her. She was intensely worried and begged me to call mum again. I did and I heard the familiar sound of an oxygen mask as soon as mum answered. Turns out she’d took a significant downturn through the night and had to be put on oxygen.

In March, my other daughter was out on her own. She has gone for a walk. She does this regularly and is often out for a couple of hours. My 14 year old came downstairs and asked where her sister was. I said she’d gone out for a walk. She said she’d been trying to call her but her phone was off. I checked fine my iPhone and the last known location was shown but phone was offline indicating the battery had gone flat. This is very typical for daughter two because she never remembers to charge it. I was not particularly worried and said I’m sure she’ll be back soon. Daughter one said “we need to go and get her. Something is wrong.” I replied “I’m sure she’s fine. Don’t worry.” My daughter started to get irate and demanded we go to the last place she was seen on findmyiphone. I can’t even describe how distressed she was. It was like she was watching someone in a burning building and trying to get help to get them out. To me this was not a reason to worry - not uncharacteristic, but my daughter was extremely distressed. I agreed to go and look for her and we drove down to the place she last was. As we approached there was a couple of people crouched down next to my daughter and one of them was on the phone to 999. My daughter had slipped on the edge of the riverbed, hit a boulder as she went down, and broken her ankle.

About 3 weeks after that I was at work. My job involves working with people who can be at times distressed and in crisis. I never ever share this with my children - because I don’t want them to worry. As far as they are concerned I’ve got a relatively boring job delivering therapy. I have done this job for a long time and never had anything that even closely resembled an assault. Until this day. A patient of mine assaulted me. It wasn’t so bad that I needed hospital treatment, just a first aid kit at work, so I stayed in the office. I picked up my phone (which had been out of reach since early morning because I was seeing patients) and there was a voice note from my daughter. It had come through 3 hours before the assault. In the voice note she said she’d had a dream that I had gotten into a fight with a man and had come home covered in cuts and bruises. Again, she had no reason whatsoever to believe this could happen as it had never happened before, and she doesn’t know I work with people who are distressed or in crisis.

About 3 weeks ago, I got a chest infection. I was ooorly for about 3 days then ok. I had tried to get a GP appointment at the time but they couldn’t give me one for two weeks. I booked it anyway because I wanted to discuss something else with my doctor. When I got there, the doc was not happy that my infection had cleared (even though I felt fine) so he sent me through to our local hospital. This was totally out of the blue. I’d had loads of things planned for the day to happen after the GP appointment. Id also not told my daughter I had the appointment because she was at school anyway. As I was driving to hospital my daughter sent me a voice note and said she’d had a dream the night before that we were in an airport and then I said I couldn’t take her on holiday any more. And she said why. And I said, “because a man says I need to go to hospital.”

This is three recent events but when I think back, things like this have often happened throughout her life but I’ve always chalked them up to mad coincidences.

Am I just looking into this too much here?