I’m a little silent: I’ve got so much to say but feel thwarted by the fear of being jinxed.   

This current overwhelming fear has made me think about superstition.   I can’t remember the last time I walked under a ladder.     I can remember as a child trying to walk only on the cracks in the pavement.     Even now frantically counting the number of magpies and a distant memory of a periodic phase of reading my stars in the free paper on my way home hoping to get an insight into how my week would pan out!    

Fingers crossed!