I was working in a house some years ago, it wasn't an old house 1960s I suppose.
I was decorating one of the back bedrooms. I washed out a paint brush, shook it out and wrapped it in kitchen paper to dry and keep it's shape. I put it on the radiator cover.
I then walked downstairs to go to my van and the brush was on the radiator cover by the front door.
The next day I went down to my van again, came back upstairs and my radio which was on top of the window cill was very neatly on the floor exactly in the centre of the room.
Went in earlier the next day, saw the client going to work, stopped said hello.
She asked me if everything was all right, I said yes.
Parked outside her house, put the key in the lock and I could hear many people inside talking. She lived on her own.
I walked in and opened the living room door and it went quiet, just like it had been switched off. The room was absolutely freezing cold.
That was it. Spoke to her when the job was finished and very reluctantly told her what had happened. She said you get used to it.
