50 years alive.
The 13th of August 2019.
Unlucky 13 for some.
And sometimes has been for me.
The 13th birthday when I trapped my finger in a supermarket door
and lost the nail.
That 13th of August when my fantastic A level results made me cry because
they weren’t enough.
But superstition is a cunning strategy of the mind that helps us to find patterns and answers
when maybe there are none.
More lucky than unlucky without doubt.
Lucky particularly to be here after some other strategies of the mind that weren’t as cunning.
50 not out.
But remind me again of the rules of cricket….
I am, for sure.