A series of events has again made me notice the shadow of Mr Bad Luck. Like last time, Mr Bad seems to be accompanied by Mr Good. Mr Good and Mr Bad do seem to hang out together.

In chronological order:

  • Teeth

    Three days before I left for New Zealand I had a root canal treatment and removed a wisdom tooth.

  • Passport

    Customs in Melbourne basically ripped my passport in two halves.

  • Luggage

    When I arrived in Christchurch after a 25 hour flight my baggage didn’t arrive.

  • Arse

    Towards the end of my two week holiday in New Zealand, I managed to get a huge abscess on my left butt cheek.

  • Passport (again)

    Leaving Christchurch took the last breath out of my passport - it was now invalid and they had to call London ahead to make sure I had permission to land. So since I was flying to Switzerland in two weeks, my first day back in the UK — the day I had taken off to relax and unpack etc — I had to rush to the Swedish Embassy to order a new passport.

  • Nine Inch Nails

    The tickets I had ordered for the Nine Inch Nails concert never arrived.

Seems like Mr Bad from the Luck family decided to retreat from my presence as I left for Scotland. I haven’t really seen him since.