I type as one very tired, Monday-hating teenager this evening. This rainy day has felt like a huge letdown after the success of a brilliant weekend.

At the weekend, my family and I celebrated the wedding of my cousin Danielle.

The day marked the fourth time I’ve been a bridesmaid and that got me thinking about the saying: “Three times a bridesmaid, never a bride.”

So does that mean I’m destined to never walk down the aisle as bride?

Or does it mean that I’ve dodged that particular bullet?

I fretted about this in the run-up to the wedding. Should I just decline the offer of bridesmaid?

Then, of course, I realised that wedding superstitions and traditions are probably all just silly.

No bloke is going to ask me in 10 years’ time how many times I’ve been a bridesmaid and then decide that for that reason alone he simply cannot be with me any longer.

However, my own dismissal of this tradition didn’t stop my dad’s face from falling when I caught the bouquet.

The rest of the family burst into applause while my dad chuckled: “She’s not getting her hands on my credit card!”

Having said that, I am probably an abnormally superstitious person.

It sets me apart from other people, and people will often notice my aversions to certain numbers or events. Sometimes, it’s quite embarrassing as to how uneasy some situations make me.

I nearly asked for another copy of Jane Eyre when I was handed number 9/11, while sitting in seat number 13 in the school arts centre is simply not an option.

Crossing on the stairs at home is a no-no... one should turn around and walk down to allow the other family member to pass.

Other superstitions of mine are entirely made up, such as having to get out of the shower before the water has completely stopped running, or having to catch a swinging door before it loses momentum.

Both of which, if not adhered to exactly, result (in my eyes) in dire consequences.

I know I’m being silly and that if somebody forced me to sit in a particular seat, nothing terrible would really happen to me immediately.

It just makes me uneasy, thinking that I shouldn’t tempt fate.

So I understand that tucking an old penny into my cousin’s shoe made her a more relaxed bride... we should all allow these traditions to continue for a long time yet.