This morning I walked my daughter to school. Taking the same route on the way back, I saw a playing card face down on the pavement that wasn't there before. It was a grubby thing. I wouldn't normally touch a piece of filth lying in the street and I did walk past.
I couldn't stop thinking about it. It had to have been put there for me. It could change everything. It would be the six of diamonds.
I retraced the 200 yards, crossing the main road in exactly the same place as a moment before. Marching towards the card with its traditional blue and white design that lay there still - waiting for me - I made sure there was no-one else around. I bent down to pick it up.
I held my breath. I took it between my fingers. I turned it over.
It was the nine of spades.