text: Two stories:\n\nMy twins were born 12 weeks early, and spent 9 weeks in the neonatal unit. It had a corridor & lots of glass-sided, brightly-lit cubicles. I used to go in every day, and just sit with them. I dreaded going in in the morning, because I never knew what I'd be told; that one of them had a problem, or was having to have some new procedure. \n\nOne morning, as I arrived, I looked down the corridor and saw two big lights in one of the cubicles. They were in the shape of angels, kneeling, with wings, like you see in a churchyard, but blazing bright. I tried to keep my eyes on them, but all the panes of glass & lights distorted them, and by the time I got there they'd vanished. My twins' cots had been moved round, and the angels had been over them, I'm sure. I knew then that the babies would be alright. Yes, it was my imagination, my mind; I suppose.\n\nSecondly, and on a lighter note:\nI saw a tall cactus in someone's front garden. It was growing out of a rockery, and was so big - I love cacti, and was amazed it had done so well, outside, in the UK. I went home and told my husband, and when we were out the next day, he agreed to do a detour so he could see it. It was a folded-up rotary dryer, with a green cover over it.