Driving through Dalton with a lady passenger the other day, when she spotted a lone magpie. She saluted smartly and said aloud "good morning mister magpie how's your wife". She told me it was an old superstition more prevalent in the rural areas. Any more I asked? She told me a couple I already knew but another couple of fresh ones she gave me were never move on a Friday and never trust a man with squeaky shoes, that means he owes money.