I naturally shun superstitions.
Now I have officially adopted one.
This morning, my wife and I were searching the house, high and low for my passport. Needed for ID. Anyway, my wife has a reed broom which her father made many years ago. If the truth be known he made them by the bucket full to sell. We have this one attached to a piece of string and hanging from a hook in the hall.
So, my wife takes it down, turns it upside down and says we will find it now.
Then I remembered where the stupid passport was!
I am mortified!