Next month my baby sister (she is 9 years younger than me) is coming back to Australia to live after ten years in London.
I was told she would be moving to London before she even knew it was a possibility.
I visited a clairvoyant ten and half years ago and she told me that one of my sisters would be moving to London. I told her that there was no way any of my three sisters were in a position to do that. Within six weeks my youngest sister's husband was unexpectedly sent to London by the company he was working for. Two months later my sister and their babies joined him.
The clairvoyant also told me I would be moving to Britain as well and would be in a relationship with a businessman who was involved in football (soccer). I discounted everything she said as soon as she said it, but bizarrely the bits that I remember have all proved correct. I wish I had listened more closely though or recorded her reading.
Anyway, I was talking to my sister on Skype this morning and she was telling me their plans.
As usual, she was making me laugh out loud (it's a hazard in my family and so hard when you are trying to avoid laughter lines, I tell you).
She told me that she recently had an operation on her finger (an old basketball injury). Two days after the operation she went to a Jackson Browne concert (she had bought tickets months before). She had taken pain killers before she got there but during the concert they wore off and she was in a lot of pain. The tears started rolling down her face. Her husband was sitting on one side of her and a stranger on the other. Her husband just looked at her thinking she was getting a little over excited and the man next to her, leaned over, his eyes welling up and said, "Are you ok? That song gets me like that every time too. Did you know he wrote that song after his wife committed suicide?"
She finally had enough and walked out into the foyer. A security guard stopped her and said, "Are you ok? I've never seen anyone so affected by his music before". I think it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I am not sure if her good hand reached for the security guard, the closest Jackson Browne poster or her husband.......
She did say Jackson is still amazing. And that he looks no different than he did 20 years ago and he sounds exactly the same.
I imagine my sister will be pretty much the same too (apart from the finger). After 10 years away she looks no different and acts no different. However, she sure sounds a whole lot different. I feel like I'm talking to the Queen. She's gone 'all posh' on us. Give us a few months and we will have them all talking like proper, fair dinkum Aussies again.
Here is one of my favourite more up tempo (for him) Jackson Browne songs. He is rock's poet laureate. I have loved his music since I was 15 which is clearly a long, long time ago. Quality just gets better with age. In everything, right?