What the Devil's Happening to Me?

I've had some really good luck lately and I'm just not used to it. I'm normally the one who sits on the side lines applauding loudly when someone else gets their turn of good luck.

In terms of the way I live my life, I think I've been a good woman (so I deserve good luck). I try to create good Karma (so I deserve good luck), I spread happiness and I've prepared myself for what might be heaven when God comes his world (so I deserve good luck).

I regard myself as fairly balanced because I don't pressure myself to be ALL GOOD but good enough. Between me and you, being all good can sometimes produce a bit of a grey world and I love bright colours. Really vibrant, rainbow tainted, eye popping bright lights and that's putting it mildly. For example, when I hear the term "paint the town red", it makes my heart race with joy.

Anyway, I feel a digression coming on so let me get back on subject, I've had some good luck of late.

Let me explain it this way; I've been awarded a bonus from work. I didn't even realise I was performing over and above my normal level but I must have been doing something good to get a big fat pay cheque just before Christmas.

Also, yesterday, I pulled up to a nasty street which is known for strict parking regulations and the traffic warden informed me that the meters were not working in the area so parking was free. I took a picture of the female traffic warden who told me this information and I also noted down the number on her badge because you never know. So I saved myself a few coins where that was concerned.

I also managed to get a shopping trolley that already had a £1 coin in it this morning.

Oh... and on Monday, I got a tax return. That's paying for my holiday to Antigua next Spring so that's a weight off my mind.

I won a raffle at a church I've never attended. It's my mother's church and she got me the ticket and I won a bottle of Mark Jacobs perfume. I offered the perfume to mother but she said it stinks so that was the end of that offer.

And the last thing is my son just passed his driving test so no more Chauffeur Mum! In fact, I own him now. This boy is going to spend the rest of his life making up for sleepless nights, stretch marks and teenage drama's. So praise the Lord and Hallelujah!

So people, today I'm counting my blessings. I wonder if I can tempt Karma by dying my hair red this afternoon. I've got the kit, the rubber gloves and the instructions. I mean, this good luck thing has got me going. If I end up with orange or pink hair, I'm going to be as mad as a crack house rat, so fingers crossed for this good luck to last until my hair's Vermilion red.

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