This is about 40 years ago now. I was out with my Dad one Saturday morning, and he stopped in to see a friend from work who was going to be emigrating to New Zealand. While he was talking, I went and sat in the living room where there was an older guy sat in an armchair and a couple of kids on the floor, all watching TV.
When we got home, Mum asked me what I'd done while Dad was talking, and so I told her.
A couple of days later, Dad saw the guy at work and asked if his Father was going to New Zealand with them.
He wasn't, as he'd died several months earlier.
Apparently though, despite me never having been to the house before, or meeting any of the family, I'd described the old chap pretty accurately, and he'd been sitting in his usual chair.
Can't explain it.
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