Prophetic stuff McSharkie. You've got me reaching for my Nostradamus' quattrains to see if there is any signaficance, but stuffed if I can see any. Then I ran over the neighbour's cat while backing out of the garage and took the time to read the poor beast's entrails (while my wife was screaming at me to get rid of the mangled corpse before the kids saw it). Again, I couldn't see any omens or portent of things to come, although the blood spatters sure made a pretty pattern on the driveway. The cat was black by the way and was called "Lucky".
After catching the 13 bus to work (this at least is true), ducking under a ladder and kicking a bottle of Saxa that must have fallen out of someone's shopping trolley, I though I'd buy myself a Lotto Strike ticket.
You wouldn't believe it, my numbers were 1, 2, 3, 4. Absolutely amazing.
Comin outta the woodwork....