The Monkey is Unlucky/Lucky.

Sitting here, avoiding unpacking boxes of books or setting up my main computer, just reading the web and eating an apple when I slip with the knife and drive it with force into my finger.

"Oh shit!", thought I.

Quickly putting down knife and apple, wondering if I have any plasters in the house (I think the answer is no) I inspect my finger and discover a tiny speck of blood – I’d managed to stab myself directly in the quick of the middle finger on my left hand.  So.  Pretty much in the finger nail, which is apparently impervious to fruit knives.

So, for today, I am Unlucky/Lucky.