About five years ago, 37-year-old Tina (name changed for privacy) emailed me asking if I could help her get her dream home. She lived in London, but had fallen in love with a cottage by the sea – on the Suffolk coast, about 80 miles north-east from London.
The property wasn’t for sale. And even if it was, her budget would unlikely have stretched to it.
“I just know it’s where I’m meant to live,” she said.
“OK,” I said. “I could fix you up with a voodoo mojo for getting your ideal home.”
I explained that it involved a voodoo ritual performed at a lonely country crossroads a few miles from me. Tina decided to go for it, and so I fixed up the working, which took seven days in total.
I didn’t hear from Tina for a few weeks, so I called her. She had nothing to report, little had changed.
Two months later, however, she called me, her voice full of excitement:
“You’re not going to believe it, but I’ve got promotion in my job, I’m going to be managing the East of England offices and that means I’ll need to move up to North Essex or Suffolk. The amazing thing is that cottage has just come on the market, and with the extra money I’ll be getting, I can afford to buy it!”
Tina is still there now. What’s more, she’s married with a little boy. It turned out like a fairy tale. A truly happy ending.