"Yesterday was a good day in many respects. It started off great with lunch in the park, followed by a trip to Knaresborough with Sheila and my son Will and his wife Eve who are visiting from Australia. This was followed by a nice cafe break and then an hour being rowed on the river. Then it was a nice ride to the Dales with a lovely hour spent outside a Grassington pub.
By the way home on the windy Dales roads all the toxins inside my body started to play up so I stayed at home in the evening while they went out for a meal. By bedtime I felt washed out and quite shitty. I had to re-look at the calander to reassure myself that it was a Tuesday and not a Friday the 13th which had just rounded off an otherwise super day off with a vengeance.
For all of you superstitious folk out there who haver never walked beneath a ladder, stepped on a pavement crack or crossed a black cat, then you can relax for a while longer yet. You will be pleased to learn that it will be next year; in the month of February 2015 before a Friday the 13th next comes around.
So in the meantime, try to unwind a little and attempt to get a more rational perspectve on your life and your lot in it. The next time that a flock of birds fly overhead (whatever day or date it happens to fall on), just take a deep breath and tell yourself in a non-chalant way that it is in the 'manna' of all things that fall from heaven that occasionally 'Shit happens.'" William Forde" June 25th, 2014.