Eileen Forshaws Last Will and Testament.

Still reeling from the death of her mum, Sarah sat on her rather old and lumpy bed to start wading through her dead mother's paperwork,

'Oh, the joy. There must be a Will in here somewhere!' she said out loud in the cold and empty house.

Her mother, Eileen was always so organised, but with this fog induced mindset, a thing that grief often gives us, she has no idea where to look. Then she saw it, Eileen Forshaws Last Will and Testament.

'Bingo!!'

I know it sounds crude, but this was all about survival for her, was Sarah about to be made homeless? Are other benefactors going to chip into her inheritance? These all had to be taken into account.

She began scanning the Will, her eyes getting wider and wider with every paragraph, to be fair, she almost fainted in shock at what she read.

Her mother, her daft but very loving mother, had left everything, the house, the car, the stupid, ugly but worth something, ornaments, to the Dogs Home over the road, the annoying, barking all hours of the night, dogs home that she complained endlessly about. This just didn't add up!

When Sarah gathered her breath her first thought was when did she change her Will? and who was behind this change? Who did this? Why would her mother leave her homeless after everything she did for her! It would be fair to say that right there and then Sarah was heartbroken again, not just once by Eileen's passing so quickly, but again by this seemingly act of betrayal to her only child. She sat there, on her mum's bed, shaking her head, feeling utterly destroyed.

Underneath the good for nothing Last Will and Testament she spotted a 'Little Black Book', well that's what it said on the cover! It kind of glinted in the failing light of the bedroom, and Sarah picked it up to look inside.

As she flicked through, page after page was filled with numbers, each page a number written in a coloured pen, think it was a sharpie pen. They were written in large ink and then circled, some numbers were ticked, some were not.

'What was this?, How odd' she thought to herself.

Then, just as she was about to discard the book to the bottom of a very rubbish pile of useless paperwork, upset and tragedy, she saw a page that was named Sarah and it kind of glowed !!

'What???'

The page, at the top, written in green ink was Sarah, and a series of numbers underneath again circled but in another colour. They looked like a telephone number.

520 741 8

Sarah called the number straight away, maybe it was a long lost sister or something, the sibling she always wanted? But nothing, no dial tone, nothing. She decided this required further investigation, so put the book in her handbag and went out into the hallway, closing her mother's bedroom door behind her. She still couldn't believe her mum had let her down like this, and, well, to be honest, she didn't know what to think. She went downstairs with her head bowed despondently

'520 741 8'

She read the series of numbers out loud again, but her eyes were burning, she was so tired and soon drifted off in a deep sleep in the chair. Sarah would often have amazing dreams, her dreams were an escape from the cold and miserable life she had in reality, she could go anywhere and do anything, so nap times always came quickly, and it wasn't long before she started dreaming she was in a bright and pleasant park.

In her dream she saw the numbers again, 520 741 8 but this time they were being held up on a placard by her mum. The late Eileen Forshaw did her best to get the message through to her. It wasn't a telephone number, it was a code!! Oh my goodness, it was a code. A code to access the universal energies and attract the abundance she needed into her life. Her mum told her what to do during the rest of the dream.

I know, I know by now you're thinking, what the heck is she going on about, but keep with it, this is where it gets good.

Sarah wakes up with a start, and with a newly found vigour, she starts to put into action her mothers' advice. It was simple really. She started repeating the code 520 741 8

She repeats it 28 times.

She's not sure why she had to repeat the code 28 times, but she did it anyway just like she was told in her dream. At this point, she's got nothing to lose, and that's literary nothing, thanks to her mother!

About an hour passes by and she closes the curious Little Black Book and puts it back in her bag. All is quiet in the house except a tick-tock of the mantelpiece clock, a constant sound she had known since a child. She thought that tick-tock will always remind her of her mum, whatever happens now, wherever her life takes her, that tick-tock of the clock will remind her of this house and the security it gave her.

'Nope too quiet' she turns on the TV. The home screen just said 520 741 8.

Sarah reaches for the Little Black Book again, in her panic, she has to check that number, code, whatever it is, again.

But the number was gone, it had been replaced with a paragraph of writing and a cheque. She read it out loud, so it felt real.

'My dearest Sarah, I did not want you to be stuck here in this unhappy house, I want you to be free so I enlisted the powers of the universe to give you want you need in life and not what you think you want. Congratulations on understanding the code, so here now is a gift from me via our great universe for £20,000, which should be adequate for your new start. Please be happy and please take some risks.

I'm so happy you found my Little Black Book, please take it on your travels, and make sure you keep it safe as there are other codes inside that you might need in the future, always with you my darling, love, Mum xxx