I'm not sure if Friday 13th has really been unlucky for me. After all I came across the beard trimmer that I was sure I must have left in France. There it was wrapped in a facecloth and tucked neatly into a little corner of the bookcase in the hall. Why there for God's sake?

Maybe Thursday 5th is the new Friday 13th because that's when I bought a replacement.

Where today was definitely not unlucky was at the Traverse lunchtime show - The Moira Monologues written and performed by Alan Bisset. It was sheer dead brilliant. In the first story he played two dogs, two women and a man - effortlessly, convincingly and hilariously. And unbelievably the show got better and better.