When I began my journey back to Cyprus late on Monday 12th, I was somewhat apprehensive because it meant that I would arrive on Tuesday 13th and, (though I flush to admit it) I am a little 'tridecaphobic'.
On approaching my home in the mountains,,I was suddenly gripped by a strange foreboding since 'Moses' (my dog) did not bound towards me and knock me over (as is usual) when I have been away from him for any amount of time.
I was greeted instead by one of my associates who informed me that my old and dearly loved companion had been killed in a road accident three weeks ago.
I was not informed earlier as it was decided that the receipt of such news might be detrimental to my performance (I am inclined to agree with that assessment) I am thankful that I was not informed.
That is all I wish to say on the matter, Goodbye Moses.