Morning of my 18th birthday party, and I was about to head downstairs when I suddenly felt cold all over, to the point of shivering, and had a sudden sense of dread. My mum saw me and asked me if I was OK, that I looked really strange. I said I didn't know, but I just had the horrible feeling something was going to go wrong that day. She didn't scoff, but tried to convince me all would be be well.

Five hours later, we got a phone call saying a dearly loved uncle had had a heart attack that morning and died. I can't honestly say I predicted it or had an idea, but I knew something was wrong.

A year later, something similar happened when my Gran passed away. Never had anything like that happen since, although I've lost people I've loved.