"We're doomed; doomed I say."
But today, I think my fortunes have taken a more positive turn. Out with 'madam' this morning I spied magpies. Not the usually sorrowful one or the occasional but deceitful two. No today, six. And all surrounding a mature male fox -- which must double the potency of this most agreeable portent. (The handsome creature to the right is there because P endearingly calls me 'fox').
Six magpies -- that's gold baby!
And only a few hours ago en route to work P agreed to increase my pocket money -- so it's already working.
I'm off now to blow the lot on lottery tickets and scratch cards and ponder the Aston Martin's spec.
**With the dark nights upon us and All Hallows Eve nearing, if the seasonal story in last week's Hackney Gazette is anything to go by, then maybe I soon will ..see dead people, that is. The site of Butterfield Green where we do our bi-daily wanderings was until the 1980s residential housing. It is reported that 69 Spencer Grove was a most haunted place indeed. And while the troubled abode is no longer there, surely there must be some shadow of its presence among the brambles and bushes...
The haunting of 69 Spencer Grove, Stoke Newington, started in September 1967 and involved a mixture of poltergeist phenomena and the appearance of phantoms. Raps and strange noises were heard and furnishings damaged. A disturbing apparition of a woman in white with dark socket-like eyes which emerged from a wardrobe was seen by several members of the household. A series of fires also broke out in the property and the family concerned fled the house. Subsequently 69 Spencer Grove was demolished.
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