They say things happen in threes don’t they?
Cygnet and I were due to go to France last weekend. There is a little town in Northern France that has amazing Christmas lights and we were due to see them. My Mum had booked a hotel room for the four of us for the night. Cygnet and I were going to sleep on the mezzanine level of this hotel room and my parents on the floor below. We were both really looking forward to it. I had taught Cygnet to say “bonjour” and “merci”.
But then…I couldn’t find our passports. I couldn’t find Cygnet’s birth certificate. I had arranged Cygnet’s permission to travel letter from his father but the passports were no where to be found. I turned the flat upside down desperately trying to remember where I had put them.
After a couple of hours of searching I finally resigned myself to the fact that the passports were definitely not in the flat. We would not be going to France. My parents would have to go without us. I put Cygnet to bed, sat on the sofa in a sulk and drunk half a bottle of very heady and heavy red wine.
I awoke on Saturday morning with a heavy red wine hangover head and a heavy dose of pre-menstrual self-loathing.
The thing is that this was the third similar incident this month. My purse was stolen whilst I was out with friends a couple of weeks ago. I lost a bit of cash (not much because, like the Queen, I tend not to carry any) and a load of bank, credit, membership and loyalty cards. It wasn’t so much the financial cost of having my purse stolen, it was the mental load of having to cancel and replace everything that nearly tipped me over the edge. What with co-parenting schedules, school applications, bills, dealing with the council on parking etc etc, the last thing I need in my life is additional admin.
Then just a few days after my purse was stolen I managed to lose my travel card for the London Underground. This did cost me money and I berated myself for not registering it properly and then for letting it fall out of my pocket.
I wasn’t surprised when I lost our passports. They say things happen in threes and this was the third saga in the trilogy.
As human beings we’re wired to make connections and patterns in random and unconnected events or data. When I look at things logically I know that my stolen purse had absolutely nothing to do with my lost travel card. When I look at things logically I know that the first two incidents certainly didn’t not increase the chance a my passport saga happening.
A few days later, now that I am able to look at things rationally, I can put my sulk down to my impending period and I can put my headache down to the red wine.
What better way to spend a weekend than with a dose of pre-menstrual self loathing and a red wine hangover ?