Very superstitious, writings on the wall

I have been a superstitious person for as long as I can remember. My Mum was very superstitious and there were long lists of things that we couldn’t do or had to do;

  • If I spilled salt I had to throw some over my left shoulder at the devil who sat there
  • If I saw an ambulance I had to hold my collar until I saw a lady in a red coat!!
  • I couldn’t walk under a ladder
  • It was unlucky to buy someone knives………………

The list was long, much longer than I could possibly replicate here and in time some of the superstitions were twisted or added to on a whim or because friends had different interpretations. The one about seeing an ambulance became holding my collar until I saw a lady in a red coat, an open window and a four legged animal.

I spent most of my teenage years holding my coat collar.

Despite the usual rejection of anything your parents told you to do, I have maintained the superstitions and added a few more that I have picked up over the years. My ex-husband used to say you couldn’t cut your nails on a Friday, no idea why but that left me only 5 other days of the week when I could safely cut my nails as Sunday’s were already a No-No. My feet have never been the same since, as trying to remember to do them on the OK days is a nightmare.

Mirrors are things to be cautious around, as I couldn’t really tempt fate by breaking one. The anxiety that I get when hanging or putting  up a new mirror doesn’t bear thinking about.

The sight of a new pair of shoes about to be put on table induces a severe case of palpitations and a scream of NO which might get me a mention in the Guinness Book of Records for loudest scream.

There are also the little oddities that I have invented myself; like if I have been wearing a new item of clothing, jewellery or make-up and something good has happened then that suddenly becomes my lucky charm and visa versa for when something not so good happens.

So if you ever see a woman wandering down the road clutching her collar, limping because her toenails haven’t been cut and looking in every direction for red coats, open windows, four legged animals (especially black cats) whilst ensuring that there are no ladders coming up, then say ‘Hi’ because, fingers crossed, it is probably me 🙂



Like or loathe

I started my last blog stating that I don’t like fairground rides so I thought I would give you a few more insights into what I like and don’t like.

I have actually been on fairground rides a few times, reluctantly. Once I went on a water-ride at Chessington with my children and my brother in law. My brother in law used to be in the merchant navy was sitting in front of me on the ride and when we got off he told me he had never heard language like it. So I suppose that neatly shows how much I hate them.

I don’t like flying. I know it is stupid and all the facts about accidents have been told to me numerous times over but I still hate it. Turbulance is the biggest problem and I do not think I hav ever flown without experiencing it even briefly. Once on a flight back with my husband we hit a thunderstorm and as the plane was thrown around the skies, I gripped his hands so tight and was thinking we were going to die when he said ‘When your time is up, it’s up’. Surprisingly we are still married.

I hate coffee. I cannot stand the smell so much that I have never been tempted to taste it. Apparently it is unusual for people to not like the smell even if they don’t like the taste. I like to think I am unique.

I love tea. Life would be very grim without starting the day with a fine cuppa and then drinking copious cups throughout the day. My husband drinks more cups each day then I do and after weekends at home I have to ‘come down’ from the tea buzz and wean myself back onto more normal amounts.

I like walking in windy weather. Not wet, windy weather just bright breezy days, when the air rushing past you lifts your spirits and takes your breath away. It is envigorating.

I like peace and quiet. I come from a big family and growing up there wasn’t that much peace and quiet, so I used to take myself off for long bike rides around the country lanes of Suffolk just to be on my own for a while. I still love the moments when I am first person up in the morning and I can sit or mooch about on my own thinking my thoughts and taking my time doing the things I need to do.

I hate racism. People who have an intolerance to others just because of where they were born, or the colour of their skin makes me very angry. They are people, no more no less and we all deserve to be treated as the equals we are.

I love music, most music but especially live music. There is nothing quite like the buzz of watching and listening to people expressing their talents in music. I have even enjoyed gigs where the music being played is way outside my likes.

I love architecture, all sorts. There is a real beauty in buildings. Sometimes it can be where the building is that makes it special. I always look up when walking around as you can miss so much beauty if you don’t do that. London is a prime example of that, you can walk down Regent Street for example and just see lots of shop windows and people but if you look up. Wow there are some really stunning buildings above those mass of shops.

So there you go a few of things that make me happy, or not.