Even though I enjoyed the film ‘The sixth sense’, I must confess to being a bit disappointed to realise that the term ‘sixth sense’ is almost always now followed by ‘I see dead people’. That’s even when you understand that my company uses ‘the sixth sense of business’ for its slogan. The number of clients who make the observation is huge.

Anyway, I digress from the purpose of this piece, which is the culmination, today, on the ides of March, of my little stroll through the senses over the past few days.

My sixth sense is well honed. I have a gift for intuition and operate almost exclusively on instinct.

A gut-feeling long ago, gave me confidence to wait for the moment when David and I would be together….even though I doubted that confidence many times over the years when we were friends but not lovers. I looked into his eyes on many an occasion and saw the reflection of me, in pools of palest blue. I looked into his soul and saw my own entwined with his. In those early days, I read his thoughts and knew he wanted me too.

Life was in our way. We had no future. I was married when we met and later so, effectively, was he. There were many times when we found ourselves next to one another, at dinner parties and on sofas. There were many times we had strange, awkward conversations with no end. There were times when I though he could read my mind and my heart. It scared me that he knew he was floating in a pool of my desire.

My life was empty of love, a void existed where there should be a flame. He too found his life unravelling and loneliness creeping around its corners. We both had many friends but no-one to ignite a flame.

The vacuum in my heart suddenly filled with oxygen and a crappy digital camera provided the spark that exploded, drawing both of us into the fire of passion that has filled our worlds ever since. Passion fills our world in all senses of the word. Passion for each other and for the life that we share and for our future. Passion for life. Passion for our goals.

My sixth sense spoke to me and told me that I would be loved and cared for by this man and that he would give me protection and new hope. My sixth sense was right.

Since 2000, when we finally made it, my senses have come alive. I revel in my senses, I touch with my eyes, taste with my nose, see with my fingertips, hear with my mouth and smell with my ears. My senses are alive and well – all six of them.

I owe a debt of gratitude to Bill Brandt for this photo – the idea was ‘stolen’ from him….and I then layered it up with my own special brand of cack photography. Strangely, when I was looking back at the exif for this photo to give myself a starting point for today's pic, I was also raving about 'THAT PIC'. Oh and again, the shot is one photo - not a photoshop composite or layers of 'rubbed out' stuff.

Last year, my sixth sense was telling me to pay tribute to Paul Hester....and only a few days later he took his own life.