Friday 13th

Friday 13th so far has passed without any sort of accident, spillage or general misdemeanour. I can only recall two Friday 13th ‘incidents’ in my lifetime. First was breaking my wrist age 13. I turned up at casualty to find I was at least the eighth person waiting to be seen…with a broken wrist. Secondly, I remember calling home to say what I thought could be my ‘final goodbye’ before I boarded a bucket flight from Gate no 13 on Friday 13th. When I checked my ticket I was sitting in Seat 13 – aaggghhhh! In fact – it turned out to be rather good – I got upgraded to business and was offered champagne continuously all the way to Athens which was where I was bound. So it wasn’t that unlucky at all…