I didn’t think that I was but after sweeping DH’s new pair of shoes off of the dining room table, I have to admit that I am a tad...I blame my Dad as he always threw new shoes onto the floor if they were on the table, maybe this broke the bad luck? Apart from this one little thing, oh and not letting knives cross each other, I am completely free of all superstitions.
I think
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.



