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The Mirror Shop

It’s hard when you’re three years old, to avoid admiring yourself in a mirror. Imagine the joy of an entire shop just filled with them! Here is my daughter – for these purposes I will call her Shirley – enjoying her reflection (as she often demands to do) as we walk past. As time ticks by on the pavement, my superstitious self is left pondering how many life-times of bad luck could come from so many potentially broken mirrors?