
We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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thought of a more recent one. My youngest son decided to be breech with just a week or 2 to go until his birth. Now I am absolutely petrified beyond belief of epidurals. His awkward postion increased the chance of a caesarean and an epidural a fair bit (I decided if he was bum first I would try a vaginal birth, but not if he was feet first). Thank goodness a bit of homeopathy and bum in the air action got the little man to turn round and had a lovely homebirth instead. It was close though.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 21:10, Reply)
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