When we moved into our 1st home together it was both exciting and worrying at the same time.My first marriage had broken down the year before as I had decided I could no longer take the infidelities and the physical and mental abuse. So when I moved in with John , I was a bit worried in case history repeated itself. That was without a doubt a wasted worry with John as he was the most considerate man I could have had the pleasure of sharing my life with. The years prior to this , I would have dreams and then a few weeks later would read about the event actually happening - these were very specific events like when a little boy dressed as superman had jumped off a shed and sadly hanged himself on a rotary line.I dreamt it 3/4 weeks earlier and as it was so explicit , it really worried me. Well to cut a long story short , when John and I moved in together I kept having the same dream that I would die before my 30th birthday, which was only 2 months away. Instead of John thinking I had a screw loose , he would sit down and make me repeat the details in the dream, every time I had the dream. I was in a lift surrounded by people speaking English and it was a specific day, the eve of my birthday.I would be wrapped up in warm winter clothes. So John , bless him , booked a holiday to the Algarve and not to a touristy part. We had a first floor apartment with stairs and no lift. On the eve of my birthday he arranged a lovely meal at a little local restaurant and didn't leave my side til gone midnight - not once did he imply that he thought I was mad, instead reassuring me what a lovely man I had found. After that night , we both felt as free as birds and had a fantastic time away from all the worries left behind I have always loved and appreciated that little thoughful gesture, John. Love you xxxxx