Speaking of premonition, last week at Thursday night bowls, I bought two raffle tickets. I handed them to Rachael, who had just bought me a drink, and told her to choose one. She did and I thought to myself “Whichever you choose, the other will win the meat pack”. I did not look at the tickets or the numbers. “164” said Rachael. “Good luck” Said I.
Soon they did the draw. Rose took the fruit basket. The next draw was for the meat pack.
“156” they called.
“That must be my number”, I thought, looking at the ticket for the first time.
Yep. I won the meat pack just as I expected.
The last time that happened was at a dog trial in Napier, when I knew with the same absolute certainty, that I was going to win a tartan patterned Thermos. And did.
It is something I have tried to reproduce. To force. But it is not possible. It is also difficult to explain when one is a rational being. Coincidence is the usual response.
Although there was also the time in Ranui when my phone rang. On the line was a DJ from some radio station. He had rung a number at random from the phone book and proceeded to tell me that there was a prize going of $360 and a certain number of cents.
If I could guess how many…
“47” I said promptly without any thought at all.
“Congratulations! You have been listening”.
“No. I haven’t had the radio on all day”. It was true. I had not.
I could tell he was peeved. But what could he do? He made a few more congratulatory noises, told me the cheque would be in the mail and rang off.
The money duly came. $360.47
Coincidence. Odds: 100 to 1.
Except I knew I had won the moment he asked the question.