Am having a lucky week!
First, I show up at a big tennis tournament in London - the ATP finals - on the wrong day. Not lucky, you might say, except for the fact that an exceptionally kind man behind me saw my distress and confusion and handed me, not one, but three tickets for James and Scott and I, so that we could still see it. Didn't even ask for any money for them. Amazing. And it was a great match.
Secondly, the teacher at school who is in charge of Junior French is going on maternity leave - the one struggling to cope with my boys' advanced grasp of the language. So they have recruited the only French mum at school to take over the French lessons - none other than the very person I was trying to get the school to agree to tutor my boys.
At least for the rest of the academic year, I'll be assured that the boys will actually do something useful in their French classes. Hooray!
And next year, I'll be sure to check my tickets for the ATP finals a bit more carefully.
Does luck come in threes? Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket....