“Good morrow Mistress Magpie…” Salute. Now turn three times anti-clockwise… one, two, three… spit. That should do it. Phew. You’re safe.
As the bird flies into the distance, take a moment and ask yourself- what on earth were you doing. Not sure?
Well, you were using politeness and spitting, coupled with the magic of numbers to prevent the magpie’s inherently bad nursery rhyme energy attaching to your luck gland. This would of course destroy any chance you had of finally courting Elsie the tanner’s daughter or Arthur the baker’s lad. Continue reading “One for Sorrow, Two for Joy and One for Luck. The Magic of Numerology”