By Leona Thomas
I had less than a week left in Morocco and was sitting in the very front of my favourite cafe at Casa Voyageurs, Casablanca. It was like being in my own little box – glass window in front of my square table and to my left, with the wall running down the right side of me and beyond to the back of the building.
I was cosy and focused on chatting online with my friend whilst admiring the small park opposite.
I was waiting for my breakfast to arrive when I had an inspiration.
I poked about in my bag and brought out my Angel Numbers book by Doreen Virtue. I rarely use it but on this day the Angels gave me a number. 229.
I decided to read the words out loud and record them in Messenger so I could send the sound track to my friend.
It seemed a good idea and started off so well... but the Angels had a surprise for me.
My recording was quite upbeat and possibly a little sarcastic, I must admit. But before long I was laughing so much I could barely finish the reading...
I managed the first two sentences okay. But the problem was that my breakfast arrived before I could begin the last one and I collapsed in a fit of the giggles.
You might be wondering what could be so funny... I’ve attached a photo of the information so you can decide for yourself.
Apparently my life purpose in that very minute was to eat my fried eggs with bread, and drink my cafe latte! And according to the last sentence it was a job that only I could do.
Which would be right as I had no intention of sharing my breakfast with anybody!
If I knew the Angels could have that much fun with their little book I might look in it more often. They certainly had a sense of humour that morning...!