Ok, maybe not the most obvious choice but at least it didn’t involve any drinking ( had a super early start this morning.) or any moving (I did a 15K run -yay! But am two days after still aching.)
My sister and I went to have a coffee and got discussing zodiac signs and what the rest of this year will bring. This year being the year of the tiger and next year being the year of the rabbit. As you can imagine baby bunnies have a different temperament to tigers.
So we got to the topic of having your (tarot) cards read, which I knew you could do on Greenwich Market… Ten minutes later we were with Hanora behind her pink curtain, slightly giggly also because for the first minutes she was so concentrated on typing in an address on her mobile that there was a very uncomfortable silence.
Turns out that she doesn’t just read your cards, she analyzes your zodiac sign and does some palm reading. Pretty thorough on the ol’ fortune telling, though my sister quipped afterwards: ” Can you imagine if your cards, your sign and your palm tell you won’t be doing anything useful for the next 12 years, after which you will contract a horrendous but non-deadly disease and you will get hit by a typhoon when you next fly out of the country. That will have cost you a tenner and you have permanent marker on your hand.”
Luckily enough no such misfortune for me, and though I will not disclose all she said – she seemed pretty certain of one thing. In fact: she wrote it down on a Post-It and dated it.
(Aug 2010) By the end of next year you will know what you want to do and you will do it.
18 months (or 16 really) that is not forever. (Though she did cover herself by saying – “you might make mistakes in between then and now!” – but it gave me hope anyway. You have to admit it is much better than 12 years of nothing!) Apparently by the end of next year things will calm down and things will settle – and there is a big chance I will settle.
Let’s take in that last sentence. Settle. Moi, who has made it an Olympic sport to move house every 12 months… I think that is funny but I am definitely curious what will happen now. Pinch of salt granted – still I, yes had a hand full of permanent marker but also a smile on my face.
We walked away and bought some marshmallows to satisfy my sister’s sudden craving. Munching away, we discussed all that was said. ” Perhaps you should make sure you are somewhere nice around the end of next year. Like the Seychelles or something.” Then she paused to find another marshmallow and grinned: ” Just make sure you don’t have to make an emergency stop in Zimbabwe.”