I don’t suppose that many of you know that paraskavedekatriaphobia is fear of Friday 13th. I certainly didn’t… until I was told this by a most unusual man in a cloak, carrying a scythe, who decided to sit at the next table this morning when I was reading my Tabloid of choice, sipping espressos and smoking Silk Cut. I am grateful to him for this information. It has improved my day, so much so, in fact, that I plan to write without mentioning the law once….. well… possibly…
and it is coming soon…. but, first, I must take lunch… not that I am overly superstitious… or suspicious, as one of my friends said to me this morning on the telephone.
UPDATE… got sidetracked when I finished work… I survived Friday 13th… and returned unscythed, from The Swan, to find a post by Corporate Blawg UK on “irachibutyphillia”. (See Comments section)… which has given me hope.