Not Quite Déjà vu…

by Nicho

I can’t even begin to explain it in any sensible fashion, in a way any normal person would willingly accept it, but explain it I must, even though, well, I can’t!

Two days ago, I was minding my own beeswax, washing my knickers in the sink (I didn’t trust them to that infernal colour-changing demon in the kitchen…) and was singing to myself, as you do, when, suddenly, I heard my name called...” Enya…!” (which would be fine, that being my name and all), but I was alone in my flat!

I did a quick run round the flat (it didn’t take long – it’s not a big flat…) to check and, yes, I was entirely, extremely alone.   I kinda shook my head and thought no more about it.

Now, I’m not a fanciful girl, you understand – far from it, after all, I’m a cosmetician and that’s almost a scientist…  But when it happened again, I can tell you it put the heebie jeebies up me – it did so!

Once again, I looked around (it was in work this time and I was in my cubicle, alone, so I very gingerly, pulled back the curtain to make sure none of the other girls were calling me. Nope – it was all quiet.  Then it happened again – not a soul around – just this disembodied voice calling my name with what now sounded to me like entreaty!  “Enya!”

A thought struck me! My much-loved grandmammy, for whom I was named had passed to the great beyond only a matter of weeks before and was it my imagination that gave the voice calling our name, my Nanny’s inflection?  I had shivers down my spine, at the thought that my Nanny was calling to me from beyond the veil – what an honour!  I HAD always been her favourite though. I was the only one who would ever cut her toenails and pluck her chin hair!

My Nanna had not been rich but she had left me some little mementoes including the silver locket I wore at all times with a lock of her hair, taken from her head in her casket…. (I didn’t know until later that it was, in fact a wig to hide her alopecia.. but still….).

I wondered what my Nanny was trying to say to me and decided to consult a spiritual medium.

That evening I was preparing for bed when it came again but this time it said “Enya , for the love of God, speak to me…!”
I was so happy and said “I’m right here Nanny – I can hear you!”

“Oh, for pity’s sake Enya” the voice sounded tired and exasperated “Fix yer feckin’ phone will ya? You’ve been bum-dialling me for two days!”

Well, she supposed her Mammy DID sound quite like her Nanny used to…….