...or fear of Friday the Thirteenth to you. Any road up, it's a load of old tosh because nothing happened. No falling ladders, no dead spiders, didn't break the salt cellar, the mirror remains intact despite me looking into it, no black cats crossed my path, I haven't encountered any horse shoes and the wind did not mysteriously change direction. However, several people are now officially one year older: El Prez; Mr Deveraux, myself and Prince Charles. Which would have been the case even if today was Thursday.
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