Today the spectre of death stepped lightly and fearlessly into my path. Please note that I was driving at the time and the spectre was a carrion crow, alone, unruffled and quite alive. As I approached it did not, as I expected, fly away. I steppedon the brakes and managed to steer my wheel around the still bird. As I looked back in my mirrors there was no sign of it either walking, flying or, gulp!, dead. It had vanished.
I have decided that it is an omen that I shall cheat death (rather than meet it) and went on to the supermarket and bought myself a huge chocolate bar – kidding! It scared me, I don’t mind admitting it. I am a little superstitious. For example, my husband will tell you that it used to drive him crazy that I hate walking around and through things because – forget the superstition about ladders – I don’t like getting things tangled up in the path of my life. If I have turned around I will turn back before I continue forward so I don’t create a knot or loop. Crazy, I know. Quite often I will inadvertently create a tangle and there is nothing for it but to leave it and carry on. The worst ones are in busy areas where there is no hope of untangling yourself and I have to take a deep breath and continue. Behind me my life path is so twisted and knotted that it will take me an age to unravel when I am ready to take my last breath.