England.

In Week 21 of 2024 I flew back to England to see my sister get married.

In Week 22 of 2024, I flew back from England to my home in Los Alcazares, Spain. I finally got a new recliner chair delivered, and I had a lazy Sunday afternoon at a friend's, enjoying some great food.

Week 6 of 2025 started with a quiet day at home in Los Alcazares before my adventure in India started with my journey to Madrid, then Heathrow in England and a flight to India. I started my tour in India by visiting places such as New Delhi and Jaipur. 

Week 8 of 2025 started in Varanasi, India and finished over 7800 km away when I got back home to Los Alcazares, Spain.

I got up this morning to discover I can't remember where the Christmas cards I had for my family had been secreted away. I bought them earlier in the year and put them away where prying eyes and little hands couldn't find them. The trouble is my normally perfect memory can't remember where I

My dad, Brian Llewelyn Morris, died in Queen Alexandra Hospital in Cosham, Hampshire, England, in February 2005. He had been admitted to the hospital on my birthday in January of the same year.

I have no memory of these stories other than what has been told to me by my parents, but I did have a significant role in them. They involved me as a baby and my grandmother, Doris Daniels, who had passed away sixteen days before I was born.

I was talking to a friend this week about jobs we have done previously, and I was reminded of this story when I fitted a gas meter in the wrong house in the 1980s.

This ghost story is a short story, but it has stuck in my mind, and I remember what happened vividly. It happened during a hospital stay when I lived in Fareham, Hampshire, England.

In 1996, I left the UK and lived in Orlando, Florida. I had left the employment of British Gas, taking a redundancy package that would help me live in America. This story is about what happened on my flight to Florida.

In 2014, I took a two-city break in Spain, staying in Madrid for a few days before travelling to Barcelona for a few days. My mum had been ill for a while, and I was taking a week's respite from being her carer.

I remember everything about the time leading up to this event, during this event and after with absolute clarity. I do not doubt that this happened as I describe it here.

I had wanted a hot air balloon flight for a long time and received a flight from my mum as a Christmas present in 2003. It was my first time flying in a hot air balloon, but not the last, and I have now crossed it off my bucket list.

I used to go to the 'Who Do You Think You Are Show' every year when it was held at Earls Court in London. I used to travel to London and stay with my Uncle Dave for the weekend whilst going to the show. He has now moved to Birmingham, and strangely, the '...