Took Moons to the Doctors, she had some bloodwork done.  I was dreading her having bloodtests, but she was good as gold.  Only afterwards she mentioned that her arm was sore, and she proudly informed Steve when we got home, there is red in her arm!  She's also been referred to the hospital - a proper appointment this time.  Should hear back in about a week.  She complained again of a headache last night and ended up sleeping in bed with us.  This is the first time since she was a baby.  It was most unusual, but good to have her close.  It's Steve's birthday today, so afterwards we bought a cake and some candles, a good bottle of red and Moons picked out some champers.  I was feeling quite happy with the purchases, I also bought Moons a nice little muffin for being so good.  There we got, into the car, Moons chomping away at her muffin, the car next to me had a stupid bl*ody alarm that kept screaming, a guy drove past me, one look, seemed clear and I reversed....

Into his car.

An English couple had witnessed the whole thing.  He had driven past me, but seen a park and reversed.  I should have looked twice, I didn't.  The mark was tiny - the step at the back of my landrover clipped the side.  BUT his car was a bomb, full of dents and scratches, and he said he was going to get some work done to it anyway.  Then he took my insurance details and my heart sank.  I feel there might be another battle.  He was so nice about it all, and I felt like such a dumbarse.  I just hope he charges me for the small dent and nothing else.  This will be a test of honesty.  I had to ring Steve on the way home, on his birthday no less to let him know.  When I got home we ended up arguing.  I told him I'd had enough, we've had nothing but bad luck and I'm sick to death of it.  I was also screaming about NZ, the trouble with the rental, just about everything.  He was shouting that this accident was my fault and nothing to do with the country.  Which I know is true.  But it would be so much easier to deal with alone, as opposed to it clumping together with everything else. 

Just recently I've heard about this new craze called, The Secret.  Its another American fad, grrroan!  But the idea is that you THINK yourself lucky.  Visualise some luck coming, and it happens.  From something like finding a parking space to getting the job of your dreams.  Its about creating your own good luck by merely thinking about it.  I've decided to give it go.  As ridiculous as it sounds, I'm desperate for something to change.  If the Secret can be reversed, than  I guess that's what's happening to me, I'm expecting the worst possible scenerio and I'm not surprised when it happens. 

Here's hoping for a breakthrough...