Wish Me Luck

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Growing up, people believed it was bad luck to drop salt without throwing it over my shoulder. As for walking under a ladder, you never know what will be dropped on your head.

I touch wood to stave off bad luck.

If I spot a solitary Magpie, I will ask ‘‘where’s your mate’’. One for sorrow, two for joy, and so on.

I stopped believing when my mum had a successful night at Bingo. An unfortunate occurrence, or fated to happen, is Friday the thirteenth. A thousand pounds was a lot of money in the early eighties, and she called a full house on a link. I remember all the pound notes (showing my age) spread across the table. My parents brought me a fold away bike with some of the cash.

Wishing on a star is a superstition I will take part in. ‘‘I wish I may, I wish I might, the first star I see tonight’’. The logical portion of my mind knows it isn’t true, but I remember my dad when I say it. When I was little, it was a belief that the stars were angels.

I understand they are not real, but there are some which help make sense of life. Tonight, I am planning to go to bingo.

Wish me luck, could do with a win.