When your 6th sense is saying -NO

[Gorgeous_bird]

Following on from the Carol and Tayfun thread (but without the name calling please) what have you done where your 6th sense was saying -NO WAY, and was your 6th sense right?

Many years ago we used to go to Centre Parcs - one year Nick decided it would be great to rent a small sailing boat on the lake and take the kids out - I really didn't want to go out on the water but Nick as always played the guilt card about how great it would be to do it as a family.
So we were kitted up in life jackets and off we went to get into out topper. I really cannot remember what happend next but needless to say within about a minute (no exageration) of getting in the boat we capsized -in full view of many many many other holiday makers. The kids were fine but my legs were caught in the rigging, once I was free Nick and the guy in the speedboat(who came out to rescue us) had righted the boat and Nick was back in. The kids were loaded in the speedboat but in an attempt to save my dignity I decided to swim to shore, no mean feat fully clothed includung trainers (not exactly a Bo Dereck moment). I met the kids on shore and stood watching Nick as he waved to us, it was then that I realised he intended to go out in the boat alone as he had paid for it. Fuming me and kids returned pack to the villa for a bath.

This year I went skiing - I have skied for the last 22 years and would say I was very compitent but as the years have gone on whilst my ability to ski has not changed my sense of fear has increased dramatically, not just fear for me but fear for everyone else on the slope, anyone that falls, anyone going fast, any beginners, just fear for everything. On day one we have a lovelyy day skiing- fab snow, fab weather and just generally glad to be back after a 2 year break due to Nicks redundancy. On day 2 I decided that I wouldn't ski, I had one good day and I was happy with that, I would ski every other day- I would perhaps mooch around the village and generally relax and enjoy the area. George on the other hand was desperate for me to ski - I think he didn't like the thought of me at home whilst he and his dad were out skiing. So reluctantly I agreed to go and within 20 minutes of arriving in resort I was rolling around on the piste in agony with a dislocated shoulder.

So when has your 6th sense said -No Way but you have gone ahead and paid the price?

[laffa]

Quite a few times, but one that is easy to explain was years ago, we were in Spain and decided to get the boat to Tangiers, it was kenny's birthday, I had an uneasy feeling on the boat, so was relieved when we got off , we checked into a hotel and set off with a guide, as we were walking down the narrow streets being taken to his uncles, cousins, brothers shops, I turned to Kenny and said, I've got a feeling something is going to happen here, Kenny looked at me , then turned to the guide, and said we are going back to the hotel mate, we rushed in and grabbed our bags from the beds and ran back for the returning ferry and just caught it in time, the guide was running with us saying, you must stay, once on board, and the engine started we ! bravely told him what to do, so not so much that it did happen , but more of trusting your feelings,

[brenda52]

Yes on 23 June 1973

[nichola]

was that the day you walked down the aisle to a young and handsome H  

[Gorgeous_bird]

oh Brenda - what a catch your 6th sense must have been proved wrong by now?