A Bad Habit

Picture the scene. It's the summer holidays, I'm seventeen, and two of my girlfriends have arranged to meet three boys for a night out at the cinema. I know that the only way I will be allowed to go is if there is no mention of the boys. So I lie.

Rather excitedly, I write a letter to my sister, who left home a few months before and tell her all about my planned night out. I remember writing something to the effect of "Mum thinks I am just meeting up with the girls, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

Rather stupidly, in the practice of writing my 'A' level essays in draft before writing up neatly, I do the same thing with the letter to my sister, screw up the draft copy and put it in the bin.

My Mum just 'happened to find' the letter and hit the roof, and that was the end of my trip to the cinema. And the boy lost interest too.

At the end of the argument I remember screaming "WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO BE, A NUN?!"

To which my Mum screamed back an emphatic "YES!!!!!"

Today was my first ever Kabbalistic Astrology reading. I had been tempted to ask what the connection was with my mother in a past life, but at the last minute decided against it. The Universe had other ideas.

The woman giving my reading has not been based in London for long and as such we have not had any conversations. In other words, she doesn't know me from Adam and hence the only source of information that she has for me is my date, time and place of birth. We covered my character traits first, which were totally spot on, and my life to date - also very accurate.

She then went on to talk about my past lives and explained in two recent lives, my Mum was actually my sister. Not only that, but one of these times we were twins - but polar opposites. My Mum/Sister/Twin fell in to a life of fast men, money, sex and alcohol. And me?

I was a Nun. No wonder she was so emphatic.