My work mates insistence that stepping in dog poo is lucky is a lie.
Monday morning, being the calamity that I am, I dramatically skidded along the pavement on dog or human poo. Since then I have had nothing but bad luck!
My Monday morning had started well- I made my train on time, no delays, got a seat, tube was quiet and then it's been downhill from there... One minute I was emailing on my phone- the next I was a flailing mess as I tried to not drop to the ground in a heap of faeces!!
The trainers came off and were wrapped in newspaper, put in a box and tied up in a bag until I had time to deal with them (it's Thursday and they are still wrapped up because I can't face the task of bleaching them clean!)
Tuesday- I smashed a mirror. We all know that supposedly gives you 7 years bad luck... So far it is most certainly true!
Wednesday gave me delays on the trains- pretty normally but I'm convinced it's because of poo and broken mirrors!
Now Thursday.
StormDoris is definitely on the bad luck bandwagon!! I thought I'd managed to shake the jinx when I got my train on time and got a seat...until I reached St Albans and Doris, the windy cow, had blown the overhead lines on the tracks and ruined everyone's commute.
Trying to make my way to Hatfield for another train line, I hit the good luck jackpot when an angel (Lynsey) offered myself and another Un/lucky commuter, aka Jenny, a lift to Hatfield... 3 hours later- I arrived at work.
Is this the start of 7 years bad luck?? Only time will tell...
Peace out, A town
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