I have been pondering this old adage this morning. Is it that bad things tend to happen in threes or is it a coping mechanism....or is it a load of old bobbins?
Received the toughest news
Daughter vomits all through the night
Trod and in dog poo and this morning broke the zip on the same, very much loved (and financially impossible to replace) boots and had to scrub said adored boots before I can take them to the cobblers!!
Now here I am ridiculously wondering if the dog poo and zip incident are seperate and whether I have two more coming my way to make up to sets of three.
Is anyone out there as ridiculously superstitious as me? Is there anyone out there who is of sounder mind than me, who can put me back on a more reasoned track? Is there anyone out there who can proffer a lovely, inspirational, nurturing treat idea, as I know a couple of souls in need of one?!