SO WHERE'S THE MAGIC GONE?

BUT OH THAT MAGIC FEELING - NOWHERE TO GO

I did two loads of washing today and have done one today and hung it up.

So?

Where's the rain? 

Murphy's Law states somewhere that it must rain if you hang the washing up, go for a walk without an umbrella, wash the car,  or plan any activity outdoors.

This is a worry. The Northland drought is interfering in my pagan beliefs like: touching wood for good luck; being careful not to break mirrors; bad luck comes in threes; a rabbit's foot will bring you luck; black cats crossing your path is a sign of bad luck; don't walk under a ladder; find a penny, pick it up for luck; etc.

I might have to resort to the arcane teachings in the Catechism and say a few Hail Marys on my rosary beads (I'll have to make a set using string and chick peas) although Robert will no doubt find some Catholic rules that forbid this.