The story of this mirror goes back quite a long way. I think it must be tired of life.
My father-in-law rescued it from his workplace because it was going to be thrown away. It moved house with my in-laws at least three times and survived its eventual journey to France with us. This is it just after arrival and partially unpacked from its protective layers.
We put it up on one wall, changed our minds, and moved it to another. That was three years ago.
Underneath we put a small cupboard and on that a glass jar which we thought looked rather attractive in reflection in the mirror.
Last September we arrived back in France, settled in happily and went about our usual everyday business. After perhaps a couple of weeks I asked my husband why he had taken the mirror off the wall.
He hadn't, but it was resting on the cupboard and against the wall with nothing else disturbed, not even the glass jar. We asked the people who look after the place while we are away, but no, they'd noticed it, and wondered, and apparently thought no more about it.
Eventually we spotted the fixings which had fallen down behind the cupboard but we remained mystified as to how it had managed to come adrift and slide down so gently. Whatever the reason, we shrugged and had it replaced with a different method which caused it to lean out from the wall. We knew this meant it would fall forward if it came loose again, but it seemed a better bet than using the old fixings.
So tonight we had a phone call from France.
"You know that mirror?"
But it had been found in exactly the same position, on the cupboard, against the wall with nothing else disturbed.
So do we have a mirror with a mind of its own? Does it want to go back to the UK? Or do we have a poltergeist?