Friday 13th is my worst days of the year for me, by the Demons of Hell, I hate it. Backstory:::So yesterday I attended my volunteer shift at St Andrew's Hospice in Cleethorpes, and everything was fine up until I went to move my left foot which I hadn't known had slipped under the bar of the clothes railing in the back. I lifted my foot and I fell forwards bruising the inside of my left foot, I've even sprained the tissue in my married finger on my left hand. So, now officially Friday 13th is my worst days of the year, I don't think the number 13 likes me very much.
