I spy a magpie

I think Oliver and Reni's wedding being only a week away now has got me on high alert when it comes to superstitions.
I am the first person to say when it comes to magpies, I am a nutter. I salute them and I say my 'good mornings' to them and even ask how their families are that day! And believe me we have a lot of magpies in this part of Essex.
When I used drive into work with Oliver each day, I would drive him mad as we would be mid sentence of something quite in depth and I would break off to do my little rhyme.
Then when I realised I was in serious jeopardy of being made to walk the last few miles to work, I would say it under my breath and pretend to scratch my head while doing the salute. Of course that didn't have him fooled and he would snap 'mother I can see your lips moving!'
But nothing pleases me more as when I see two magpies together... two for joy! I just know it's going to be a good day.

I'm now panicking when I look out at the weather each morning and throughout the day. I'm hoping it will rain now for three or four days solid and then stop before Thursday 15th... St Swithens day. Now those who don't know about St. Swithens day, if it rains on this day it will then rain for 40 days and 40 nights continually. I can try and foresee any problems for the big day and believe me my brain is going into overdrive with what can go wrong, but you can not control the weather god damn it.
I wonder if I have any spells at all in my bedroom drawer for weather? I had a new one this month for anti-bitchiness and by god I need that one, as there are a few driving me mad at work at the moment.

Had my first physio on my arm today and strangely enough it was the young physio who looked after me in hospital on my first couple of stays for my postural drainage. Looks like Dr Meesters' warning of me getting Dowagers hump if I wasn't careful could be coming true as I am very round shouldered thanks to years of how I used to stand when being a hairdresser and for carrying my oxygen unit around for the last three years, slung over one shoulder. Even my shoulder has a cough, as I have what is called a muscle rotating cough... well I think that's what he said, only he's got a really strong Irish accent and he's so cute looking I wasn't really concentrating on what he was saying. But to be fair, I've done all my ironing tonight and watered all the pots and hanging baskets AND did my exercises that he showed me. The worst pain comes from standing up straight with my shoulders back!
I will be a new woman. But for now from the old one...

Lots of love Debbie x