Sod

People scoff when I claim that you can measure the law of Sod.
Yesterday morning I was running (well, cycling) late to catch my train (Jack was up early). With the foreknowledge of Sod’s Law I predicted that the busy dual-carriageway that I have to cross every morning would be particularly busy because of my worry & tardiness. It was. The traffic was thick. No gaps, & the lights took longer than usual to allow me through. I had to up my pace to catch my train.
This morning – glorious as it is for it not raining right now – is a bit chilly. But I didn’t realise this until half a mile down the road. It should have been the first morning for gloves. Instead of losing time by stopping I decided to put them on at the busy dual-carriageway, but then Sod’s Law slipped into my mind & I knew this wouldn’t be possible. Indeed, traffic turned out to be very light & I just slipped across the road, between the gaps, with cold hands.
OK, we’re talking about n=2 here, but this is about as much evidence as people put up for the prescence of ghosts (a spectral orb on infra-red camera? Or maybe it’s just a bit of dust? Aaargh! Quit it you loonies!) so I thought I’d mention it. Don’t expect me to be recording any long-term logs here. I’m sad, but not that sad.
My brother says my belief in Sod’s Law is just a mark of my pessimism. He’s probably right.