“It’s strange, the more I practise, the luckier I get”
Very often ‘luck’ (aka success) is down to good planning rather than any intervention of fate. Living where we do in beautiful Pemberley, lots of people comment on how lucky we are to be here, but really is it luck? Part of being able to afford to buy this place is that both DH and I are now ‘orphans’ and have inherited from our parents, and invested this in our property. I would much rather have Mum and Dad still around and live somewhere smaller – this is in fact no contest. Maybe we are unlucky to lose our folks relatively young.
Part of it is because we planned exactly what we wanted in a home, and spent several months actually homeless in the transition in order to get exactly the right place.
But part of it is fate in that we were born in this part of the world. Birth being something over which we had no control.
I wish you every success in finding your alternative :)
but I do still believe in the power of ‘Paws Crossed’ ;)