But what of the bakers dozen?
I’d like to address all those that suffer from friggatriskaidekaphobia but I fear (no pun intended) that today they will be unreachable. It is more likely that they’ll spend the day in the safe hands of their duvet. They certainly will not venture to their laptop because in doing so they may encounter a whole myriad of dangers.
Likewise they’ll steer well clear of ladders and black cats; not step on the cracks in the pavement or place new shoes on a table and if nature does call, and the very bravest do dare to leave the sanctuary of their beds, you can bet your bottom dollar that they get out on one particular side...
But what is it about Friday the 13th and the phobia known as friggatriskaidekaphobia, obviously, that spooks us?
Is it because the number 12 is deemed in many cultures to be the sign of completeness – 12 months in the year, 12 hours in the day, 12 gods of Olympus and the 12 apostles of Jesus...and so on. While, the number 13 is often considered as irregular thus transgressing completeness. Some believe that if there are 13 diners for dinner that one will surely die, if we follow events at the last supper.
Whatever the reason, and there are many theories surrounding both the number and the day, friggatriskaidekaphobia has spawned many tales now archived in folklore and many blockbuster movies and novels. I’m ok though because I don’t subscribe to wanton superstition, well, not now that I left my house this morning armed with a rabbit’s foot, sprig of heather and a four-leaved clover.
A friend of mine is a baker, he’s gone to work today but then again bakers laugh in the face of the fear that 13 brings.