Microcolei, I drank the wine myself.
Very superstitious. The writing's on the wall.
Wednesday morning at 8am drove 15 miles to the hospital and got ticket 56 which made me 8th in the queue when the blood clinic opened at 8.30am. The lucky phlebotomist didn't call me so it's all hanging on it being lucky Wednesday or ticket 56.
9.15 home. Job done. 7 years of good luck.