This is a little something I put together to send to my old innocent workmates.  Wise Wena became something of a nickname for me, partly for my fondness of psychics and partly due to being wise.  Although there’s been strong evidence of the former, nothing has been proved conclusively for the latter.

Wise Wena Writes

Psychic Angela wasn't there when I went to see her. I think she knew I was coming.

I’m known for my fondness of psychics.  It’s not something I do on a regular basis, although a concerned friend told me the other week about an old lady who spent her life savings on visiting psychics as a “cautionary tale.”

I once went to see a well-known TV psychic on her road tour.  I’m fascinated at how it all works, and although I try and be as sceptical as the next person, not least when spirits quite often only give their first names and even then there’s some ambiguity (“Joe … Joseph … perhaps John …”), I often leave convinced that there was no jiggery pokery going on.  That’s a phrase you don’t hear enough of nowadays.

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