Friday the 13th – am I at all superstitious? No, today couldn’t be any worse than any other. That was until I walked out of the Post Office and went to open the car door only to discover it wasn’t a black BMW with my mate sat at the wheel but a dark VW Golf with a rather nice bloke in it. He saw the funny side of it, Jo was collapsed in the road just about pissing herself and I went a shade similar to my hair and was unable to speak for at least 10 mins. Can I make a habit of this and put it down to age? You never know this could be the new way to meet blokes and get a date. Things continued rapidly downhill with us discussing the topic of ‘can you trust people you meet on the internet’ in Caffe Nero in Lancaster with Jo announcing she had a sex dungeon secreted in her barn (not really) loudly enough for the bloke at the next table to choke on his Latte. By now we were a superb advert for Tena lady as I was just about managing to contain myself. In to Morecambe to flog some jewellery and to visit ‘Smellies’ – it’s a fabric/wool shop that contains so much stuff you can barely move in there. Then it was time to do the tourist bit and visit the statue of Eric Morecambe. After not a lot of persuasion we both posed with the towns famous son. We ended the day with a bit of a mad chase down the lanes so I could photograph some battered Vauxhall Astra which had a cowboy hat wearing driver, a Grim Reaper bumper sticker and a boot full of balloon animals. Would you trust this man with your children? Errr no. See, Friday the 13th worriers today was just a normal day. I just need my Euromillions lottery ticket to be a winner and my plans will all fall into place…..Mwah ha ha ha ha.