Am I bad luck?

Ok I am in Melbourne once again.  I had a lovely flight and was able to manage getting off the plane without help.  I found the child of my loins and my luggage, so I am not entirely incompetent.  However, I must get around to explain how I believe that I am bad luck.  While I was here last Christmas the child and I went down to McCauley Street for coffee and witnessed a poor young man who had come off his motor bike on the corner.  On Monday we went down and had a lovely brunch and then heard someone outside crying; this turned out to be a lady whom I believe had fallen over in the same place.  Her nose was bleeding and it also looked as if she had a large lump on her forehead.  We did not go to help as there were several other people with her.  Now I thought to myself am I bad luck?  Do I eschew the coffee to avert another potential disaster or do I selfishly go there regardless?   I would love a good cup of coffee but I just don't want to precipitate any more dramas.

While one might say that the above accidents are a co-incidence the following disaster may or may not be entirely my fault.  While the child and I were watching Foxtel (I do love Foxtel) last night, the windows and and blinds shuddered.  The coffee table went for a bit of a waltz and everything rattled madly.  I actually thought that the windows might break but luckily for us all was well.  There were several after shocks that did not engender much confidence in the ability of the house to withstand the shocks.   Obviously an earthquake is an act of God not a negative reaction to me holidaying in Melbourne.  Of course in reality I know I am not bad luck.  I can no more effect a disaster than I could, (I was going to say fly through the air but as I came here on a plane that is just silly really!  Anyway, I am sure you get the idea.  It is not my bad luck, it is the bad luck of those to whom these disasters happen.   Bad luck, me never!!!!!!!!