Surprises can be happy and exciting, or unpleasant and nasty.
Suspense is something I have never really been able to deal with. Perhaps it goes back to childhood memories of feelings of foreboding and uncomfortable anticipation when hearing the ominous words: " There's something I want to talk to you about - -later."

Perhaps the Universe, the Supreme Being or even my ancestors took this into account when I was inexplicably warned about impending events. How else can I understand why, while on holiday in the USA, I woke up one morning ten thousand miles away from those making the decision and said to my family " A thought came to me in the middle of the night. I think I am going back to no job"

Was it really a surprise when I heard the news on my return?