I woke one morning to the sound of hooves that seemed to beat against my bed. I stared around and it was the smell that caught my nostrils, I had no idea where I was or what the smell was.

I suddenly turned and saw that I was in a room with a chamber pot at my feet. I don’t own one I thought. God this was weird, were was I? I had to be in bed ,my bed I hadn’t gone out the night before, wasn’t hung over, and wasn’t dreaming.

However I pinched myself several times without success, I was still here in this weird but intriguing place. suddenly the door opened and a lady came in I say lady as she was dressed in a long gown with a decorative headdress on and a towel over her arm, she sidled her way over to me and kept looking back at the door, why was I being so calm this was not real. She came right down towards the end of the bed which I had now realised was a four poster no not mine.

“My lady she said, thank you for coming I have wished and prayed for this coming for so long”.

“His majesty will be so pleased you have come here”. Well how do you answer such a question, ‘come were’?

I sat crossed legged on the bed which she looked at me in rather disgust, and asked me to cover myself up. God I’ve got pyjamas on, what more do you won’t, I could sleep naked like my sister.

Still best not to annoy her, I began, by clearing my throat and asking where I was, what year it was and which majesty.

“My lady she said, this is 1684 the year of our king Henry the 8th of England.

I started to laugh, she looked at me while staring back at the door, this was some sort of set up, one of my friends had always been threatening me with a Jeremy beadle style joke, but this went beyond the bounds of laughter, any way no one had walked in with a camera or a man dressed up.

“I have seen this foretold my lady”, she replied, who told her I thought my best friend? I saw a wise witch last month and she predicted that a lady from the future would come and bed our king Henry so he would have an heir to the throne. Hold on wow this was going too fast. “I’m not sure if you know this I said”, but I happen to be married and last time I looked was living in the 21st century with four children, funnily enough all boys. Oh god four boys I was just ripe for Henry he had trouble with the old boy bearing. What was I saying; this was getting crazier by the minute.

“My lady do you not see, there have been many potions and witch craft done to make you come to us, his majesty needs a son”.

One question? “Which wife is Henry up to”? “Anne Bolin my lady”.

“But what about the next four after her”? “Of which four do you talk about my lady”?

How did I tell this woman there was more wives to come and one of them actually gave him a boy? Can we talk about this from the beginning; you have seen a witch and conjured me up from 2009 to be pregnated by Henry the 8th as he has no sons.

If this was not so serious I would be falling about laughing, it was funny really, and this could not be happening you can’t go back in time can you?

If you read the next article or story you will find out!!