We were just coming back from the woods, across a small piece of open land at the edge of the tip, when we met a man and his dog. He (the man) said. 'In the last five days my dog has found 20 golf balls here.'
This is very odd as: a) we were nowhere near a golf course; and b) I have never ever seen anyone practising hitting little white balls in the limited space not covered by trees. The dog-owner suddenly just coming out with that comment wasn't at all strange. Dog owners are like that.
But what is even odder is that I had no sooner walked far enough to mutter to myself, 'I've never seen a golf ball here; he must be imagining it,' when what do I see but a golf ball. Spooky or what?
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That space time thingy again!
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