Today I was putting the new roofing sheets on the tractor shed, when it suddenly occurred to me that it was Friday the 13th. Now I am fortunate in that, I am not in any way superstitious. But just in case anything nasty should happen I got down from my lofty perch, and made doubly sure that the ladder was securely fastened at the top, and was unable to slip at the bottom.
Now as I say, I am not in any way superstitious, but I was careful not to pass under the ladder, just in case anything untoward should happen.
Anyway there was no mention of me having a fall from a great height so I crossed my fingers and climbed back onto the roof. Not that I'm superstitious you understand, but I thought it best to keep my fingers crossed, just in case anything should happen.
One of my work gloves fell from my pocket as I climbed the ladder, which was a bit awkward, because there was no one around to pick it up for me, not that I'm superstitious, but I have heard that it is bad luck to pick your own glove up from the ground. Not to worry though, I managed to get by with one glove.
Apparently if a bird happens to shit on you, as it flies past, that is very lucky. So naturally when it happened today, hitting me on the side of my head and dribbling down my neck, I counted my blessings and considered myself extremely fortunate. Not that I'm superstitious, but I do think it makes good sense to accept any good luck that comes your way. Especially when it is Friday the 13th! Not that I'm superstitious!
I gave up being superstitious when I was a very young boy. I can clearly recall the Vicar telling a bunch of us kids, that having superstitions was silly, because Jesus would always be there to protect us from all evil, and that the devil was responsible for making us have superstitions. I still kind of believe this. Not that I'm very religious. But the thought is still a comforting one. Anyway, it works for me. That's why I'm not superstitious.
So that's it for now. The day seems to have gone off without a hitch so far. Touch wood!