Summary
RECENTLY, my wife Maureen and I spent a week's holiday in Bracklesham Bay, in West Sussex. After a particularly large breakfast, we decided to have a stroll down to the beach. Even at this time of year, the main road to the seafront is busy with cars, vans and buses in a continuous stream, making it difficult to cross safely. As we were returning, we noticed a jet-black cat trying to cross the road, but failing. Cars were swerving and brakes were squealing as Maureen and I watched in horror. The poor cat was becoming more and more terrified. Then a gap emerged between two cars and I made a dash to the other side of the road, scooping up the cat in the process. The cat and I got to the other side in one piece. 'Silly old fool,' Maureen muttered. 'You could have both been killed.' But I noticed in her voice a sense of relief. That evening at the bingo, Maureen won [pounds]70. I am not usually superstitious, but the saying about a lucky black cat sprang to mind. We always share any winnings, like we've shared everything else during 50 years of marriage. The only thought now on my mind is: Did the cat make his return journey safely?
Reg O'Donoghue, London SE17See the full content of this document
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