Walliam wasn’t superstitious. It was Easter and it was Walliam’s favourite red-letter-day. On his way home he walked under a ladder because he knew he wasn’t going to get 7 years bad luck. He strolled down the pavement to his house to find his skateboard snapped in half. He ran inside crying with a sinking feeling inside. The day couldn’t get worse… but it did. He went to count his money to see if there was enough for a new skateboard only to find it empty. He asked his family if they knew where all his coins were. They didn’t. It wasn’t the ladder, it couldn’t have been.