Making a date to avoid unlucky 13

It’s Friday the 13th tomorrow, Already my head’s in a spin, I’ll plan the day out carefully, Because I mean to stop in. I’ll phone up work with a croaky voice, And tell them I feel rotten, But I should be back on Monday With the sore throat then forgotten. I’ll fill a flask with coffee, Make some sarnies and a cake, A jug of water with ice cubes, A banana and milkshake. I think this is all the food I’ll need, I have enough milk and bread, Perhaps, if I can wangle it, I can spend the day in bed. I’ll get my tissues and the Vicks, The Savlon and some plasters, That should cover everything, To ward off all disasters. And when the day has been and gone, If it’s safe to come downstairs, I’ll have covered all emergencies, He’ll have answered all my prayers. But I’ve just switched the radio on, Oh! What I shock I got! Friday the 13th is TODAY! My plan’s all gone to pot! Disappointed? Well, sort of. Olive Blundell, Wigmore, Kent.