So yesterday evening I was walking onto a bridge to think about jumping off.
It was my break at work.
At the head of the bridge, a black cat walked out, stopped in my way, and looked at me.
Because of the eye contact, mainly, I did not go onto the bridge, but followed the cat down a path to the side.
The cat disappeared into the darkness. After a little while, I found a £5 note on the path.
I headed back to work, put the money into the charity box at the door.
Returning to my department, I heard a manager behind me say 'Rachel, do you want this? It's for you or it goes in the bin.'
I turned around and it was a witch's hat.
I am doing better today, and I have a hat (and maybe a familiar

).
Don't jump off bridges, guys.