Once I qualified, I passed over the opportunity to work in an Irish country town and moved to Rome.
I shared a rather nice ground floor flat in Trastevere with two Danish girls and I thought that they were extremely exotic. I was disappointed when they moved out and a Dutch girl moved in – so much less thrilling. However, I had my ancient moped and enjoyed whizzing round Rome on it. I thought that I was fabulous circling the Colosseum – you know, Roman Holiday and all that.
In other news at mass this morning we had this reading from the book of proverbs. Note to self, get busy with wool and flax. Then the gospel was the one about the talents which is the Bible’s clearest endorsement of capitalism. Not, perhaps, a particularly uplifting set of readings though I was glad to be reminded of where one of my favourite lines comes from: the servant who makes nothing gets thrown “out into the dark, where there will be weeping and grinding of teeth”. I was also delighted to see, from my internet research, that verses 10-31 of the proverbs reading are “an acrostic, each verse beginning with a successive letter of the Hebrew alphabet.” I knew you would like to know.
