Right! I'm unloading a loada bags of shoppin' and WolfPackLeader (a.k.a. "wife") is sorting the frozen from the fridge stuff from the tins from the packets from the general detritus that has been purchased and amongst all this vital crap that we cannot survive without, is three pairs of new shoes (in their boxes). I offload the last of the contents of the cars plazzy bags and in order to ease my transit through the hallway - I carefully placed all the boxed sets of new shoes on the glass table in an alcove what we've got. I bimble off up the stairs to sort out for the Night shift (in about 25 minutes), and I hear old WolfPackLeader goin' fuckin' ballistic down the bottom of the staircase. "YOU'VE PUT NEW SHOES ON THE TABLE YOU STUPID OLD GIT!!!" "Errrr pardon my little sugar plum?" "NEW SHOES! NEW SHOES! THAT'S THREE PAIRS OF NEW SHOES ON THE TABLE YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE!" "Is there a problem oh Divine one?" "You KNOW it's unlucky! Why did you put the NEW SHOES on the table eh!!??" Anyhow - it sort of went a bit pear shaped....all this new shoes on table bollocks and I'm thinking......what the flying fuck is all that about? I was born on the 13th - there are actually 13 letters in my full name and I don't give a toss about all this superstition baloney. Ladders? Black cats? Broken mirrors? Fuckin' four leafed clovers and all the one's that I know about.... NOW I've got to add the "Don't put WolfPackLeaders new shoes on a table......EVER, on pain of death and two nights in the spare room". Any of you lot superstitious then? If so why and if you are then please get a life. Luv'n'ShoesOnTheTable, Billy.