Well say so, we escaped it beautiful. Next one day, we would be today on Friday the 13th yesterday, indeed, it was Thursday. And we were the 13th. And, therefore, we almost was a Friday 13. One day. Phew. Because, well, with everything that has come on us since the beginning of the year, if we were entitled to a Friday 13, it was the pompom. Admittedly, we don’t lose anything to wait: June 13 is on Friday. Recall that in 2024 we were entitled to two Fridays 13. We saw the result: dissolution and company, Trump and company.
Other than that, I am happy to point out to you that the fear of Friday 13 has a name. It’s called paraskevidekatriaphobia. Perfectly. The challenge of the day: try to place it in the scrabble. If you get there, it will be proof that Friday the 13th can be a guarantee of success. And not necessarily misfortune.
In this regard, according to a British study, there would be proportionally more road accidents in Great Britain on Fridays 13 than Fridays 6. While Dutch study suggests exactly the opposite: there would be fewer Accidents in the Netherlands on Fridays 13 because drivers are more careful. In France, we don’t know. But we have a joke. In the World Cup final in 2006, David Trezeguet missed his shot to the goal. Hence the defeat of France. Hence the joke: in football, it is better to be eleven and sad than thirteen and gay. Ah, ah.
(tagstotranslate) paraskevidekatriaphobia