Hot Wax Paper Plates and Brendan

I took a few weeks off and before heading back home I stopped at Morecambe. Do you know that their Winter Gardens Theatre apparently is haunted. I walked for miles along the very clean and flat promenade even caught the sun on my face but not where I'd been wearing my sun glasses. It's odd what makes complete strangers break into belly laughs on first meeting me that evening, they can't look me in the face!

Anyway, I did a spot of scrying with a local psychic group kind enough to welcome me. Roger and Marge showed me what to do. Apparently with some candle tea lights, lit and left to burn so that they turned to liquid wax and a stack of white paper plates bought for the occasion by the ever resourceful Hyacinth, we lined up to splat wax upon the plate.

Marge showed us what to do taking the tea light and quickly turning it over so that the wax plopped onto the plate forming a random pattern. No order to it, no, straight over to trust the powers that be to show a message within the solidified form.

We were to pair up and read each other plates and see what the wax had formed into and give a reading and hopefully receive positive feedback from some ability in scrying. However, Brendan quite an excitable lad by the look of him, went for his tea light eyed previously and hoping no one would take it which was the case so he made a reach for it. Caught unaware of how hot it was to the touch, Brendan yelped flinging hot liquid wax not on a plate but on Marge's dress, the newly painted wall, picture frame, polished table, carpet even catching Hyacinth's spaniel's fluffy ears. I couldn't resist and said it look in my eyes to be a mess! Nobody was laughing at my face then.