Itching is sometimes thought of as one of the manifestations of the human body connected with omens and fortune.
An itchy crown of the head
You will have an advance in position.
An itchy right cheek
Someone is speaking well of you.
An itchy left cheek
Someone is speaking poorly of you.
An itchy right eye or eyebrow
You will have a meeting with an old friend.
An itchy left eye or eyebrow
You will have a great disappointment.
An itch in the Inside of the nose
You will meet trouble and sorrow
An itchy outside of the nose
You will be annoyed, cursed, kissed or meet with a fool soon.
Itchy lips
Someone is saying something disrespectful to you.
Itchy back of the neck
There will be an illness in your family.
An itchy right shoulder
You will discover a legacy.
An itchy left shoulder
You will discover sorrow.
An itchy right elbow
You will get exciting news.
An itchy left elbow
You will get meet news and losses.
An itchy right palm
You will gain some money.
An itchy left palm
You will loose some money.
An itchy spine
You will have a disappointment.
Itchy loins
You will make amends after an argument.
An itchy stomach
Someone will offer you food.
Itchy thighs
You will find somewhere else to live.
An itchy right knee
You will have a happy journey.
An itchy left knee
Your journey will be troubled with bad luck.
Itchy shins
You will have an unpleasant surprise.
Itchy ankles
You will be married or increase your wealth.
An itchy sole of the right foot
You will have a profitable journey.
An itchy sole of the left foot
You will encounter losses on your journey.
In Pure Spirit
Its easy to spot the trend; the left part of the body is typically unlucky and the right is lucky.
So according to this (and I kind you not) I have had this itchy right foot since before having my little so possibly about 14-15 months now. It encouraged me to make the move to Norfolk (yes I am superstitious) and as my foot is STILL itchy and obviously this wasn't a profitable journey (maybe just maybe) it was the wrong journey????
Hubby's mum and sister came round the other day and his mum gave him a Jeremy Clarkson book (he enjoys the humour) the front of the book states "Will have you in stitches UNLESS you live in Norfolk" so I started reading the first chapter of the book
Clarkson on: Norfolk
In a previous life I spent a couple of years selling Paddington Bears to toy and gift shops all over Britain. Commercial travelling was a career that didn't really suit - because I had to wear one - but I have ended up with an intimate knowledge of Britain's highways and byways.
I know how to get from Cropredy to Burghwallis and from London Apprentice to Marchington Woodlands. I know where you can park in Basingstoke and that you can't in Oxford. However, I have absolutely no recollection of Norfolk. I must have been there because I can picture, absolutely, the shops I used to call on in, er, one town in this flat and featureless county. And there's another thing, I can't remember the name of one town.
The other day I had to go to a wedding in one little town in Norfolk. It's not near anywhere you've heard of, there are no motorways that go anywhere near it, and God help you if you run out of petrol.
For 30 miles, the Cosworth ran on fumes until I encountered what would have passed for a garage 40 years ago. The man referred to unleaded petrol as "that newfangled stuff" and then, when I presented him with a credit card, looked like I'd given him a piece of myrrh.
"The spoiler fascinated them because they reckoned it might be some sort of crop sprayer"
Nevertheless, he tottered off into his shed and put it in the till, thus providing that no part of the 20th century has caught up with Norfolk yet.
This is not surprising because it's nearly impossible to get there. From London, you have to go through places such as Hornsey and Tottenham before you find the M11, which sets off in the right direction, but then, perhaps sensibly, veers off to Cambridge. And from everywhere else you need a Camel Trophy Land Rover.
Then, when you get there and you're sitting around in the hotel lobby waiting for the local man to stop being a window cleaner, gynaecologist and town crier and be a receptionist for a while, you pick up a copy of Norfolk Life. It is the world's smallest magazine.
In the bar that night, when we said we had been to a wedding in Thorndon, everyone stopped talking. A dart hit the ceiling and the man behind the counter dropped a glass. "No-one," he said, "has been to Thorndon since it burned down 40 years back." Then he went off, muttering about the "widow woman".
Moving about Norfolk, however, can be fun. I am used to having people point as I go by. Most shout, "Hey, look, it's a Cosworth!" but in Norfolk they shout, "Hey, look, it's a car!"
Everywhere else people want to know how fast it goes, but in Norfolk they asked how good it was at ploughing. The spoiler fascinated them because they reckoned it might be some sort of crop sprayer.
I'm sure witchcraft has something to do with it. The government should stop promoting the Broads as a tourist attraction and they should advise visitors that ‘here be witches'.
They spend millions telling us that it is foolish to smoke, but not a penny telling us not to go to Norfolk - unless you like orgies and the ritual slaying of farmyard animals.
The next time some friends get married in Norfolk, I'll send a telegram. Except it won't get there because they haven't heard of the telephone yet. Or paper. Or ink.
LOL).
There have obviously been some harsh words against Clarkson on this topic but after watching "Hot Fuzz" the other day I wonder if he's not wrong. The people here are the loveliest, politest people
and it does make you think you are in a dual parallel. Its true there is no easy way in Norfolk and most definitely not but any form of public transport (despite having VERY fast trains into London) the cost has your head spinning and actually makes you consider the long and arduous trip by car instead. Normally
easy enough unless like me you are always following a tractor
.
TTFN!!
That's the REAL Norfolk accent.!!!
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