Walking through a field of angels

In a bid to get fit, a bid which is in all honesty to little to late, I walked to work yesterday. It was great because being a bank holiday it was still quiet as everyone was sensibly still in bed or relaxing as they didn't have to go to work.

Whilst on my way to work I come across a field filled with white feathers and they had blown over a good 200 metre strip of verge. Now our lass always laughs at me. as I say that seeing a white feather means there is an angel around looking over you and it will bring you good luck. To which she replies "It means a bird has lost its feather."

So imagine my delight as I walk through thousands of white feathers. If I had been near a newsagents I would have bought a lottery ticket. How did my day go? Well apart from the usual abuse from customers who cant get what they feel they should have no matter what they have knowingly signed up to and tied themselves in with. It was a pretty poor day. Our lass is a little down due to not being well, and other members of the family have a knack of dragging you down as they weigh their expectations on you for what they want themselves.

I thought just for one moment is this angel thing any good. There was no miracle day, no great wonderful surprise. But sometimes it is not until you haven't got what you have that you miss it. I should be grateful of being able to go to work, having my health and strength and a lass that I love, and if my angels can help to guide me to keep on the right path for this to stay in place then I will be truly happy.