On a scale of 1 – 10, I would say I was a 5 when it came to superstitions. How about you? Are you constantly touching wood and saluting magpies? Or do you scoff and ridicule any kind of superstitious behaviour?
I am questioning this superstitious lark because I opened an umbrella indoors this morning. Oh yes I did! I couldn’t work out if the brolly by the front door was mine or my mothers. Mine has a tiny tear on it, which is why I opened it, to confirm who it belonged to. Fortunately my mother was in bed when I carried out this action, otherwise I know she would of screamed, ‘What are you playing at?! You know that’s unlucky!” (Just like the time I brought lilac from the lilac tree into the house.)
I then imagined the 'powers above' saying, “Got ya! Despite knowing that opening umbrellas indoors equals bad luck, you went ahead and opened it. We have no choice but to zap an unfortunate incident your way.”
I walked timidly to the train station after imagining this voice. Would a freak accident come my way? A gigantic hair-ball tumbling down the pavement perhaps? Knocking me out of the way at a ridiculously high speed, so that I fell into the road where a greyhound dog would urinate on me, and a red car would drive past and flatten me, turning me into something that resembled an overcooked pancake on Shrove Tuesday. For that would be a very unfortunate incident.
Or, maybe it would be more realistic to imagine a pigeon pooping on me. Oh hang on, isn’t that meant to be good luck? Or am I mistaking that for treading in dogs poop? Life and superstitions can be confusing.
Anyway, I am pleased to report that none of the above happened on the way to the station. It was quite a dull walk without any mis haps. I even looked out for any ladders which I shouldn’t walk under. But there was none.
The train journeys went smoothly too, no sneaky mirrors on the floor for me to smash with my boot heel, resulting in seven years of bad luck. No tables with new shoes on, or salt pots spilling salt for me to hastily chuck over my shoulder, counteracting the bad luck.
When I arrived at work, I avoided crossing anyone on the stair case (even though I always take the lift!) and prayed that the number 13 would not keep creeping into my day.
So far so good!
To be on the safe side, I have decided not to venture outside this lunch time. You never know what might happen. I don’t think my brain can take the strain. Surely it’s safer sitting at my desk?
Only another half day to go, dear readers. So fingers crossed, touch wood, cross my palm with silver, I am sincerely hoping that it's not really unlucky to open an umbrella indoors. Let's hope it's a just a load of silly nonsense and my day will pass by undisturbed and uneventful.
(Did I say I was only a 5 on that scale thing?!)
Pictures of the day:
Yellow fields forever.