Whilst I accept that many feel differently, I don't feel drawn to the mystical. I suppose if the circumstance ever occurred that someone offered me a reading I might take them up on it out of curiosity as to what they might say, but I am a born again sceptic.
Living in The Fens there are many people with Romani blood round here. One elderly lady crosses my path from time to time. She always begins her chat-up with, "Would you buy off a true Gypsy?" I've bought some lace and bits of "lucky" coloured glass or sprigs of heather if I have some money and she always launches into her fortune-telling speech. She really shouldn't because she is
so bad at it. In truth I don't want the heather, beads or lace. I pay her for her skill as an entertainer and storyteller. She has never got anything right that she has decided about me and her predictions contain more u-turns than a Gordon Brown policy. I might smile, but I never laugh at her. How could I when she has such twinkle in her eye
