A (very religious) friend said to me that he thinks that some people take their children to mass like they take them to swimming lessons – it’s something useful for them to know. I felt a distinct twinge of guilt. Especially when I recollected my maternal pride on hearing that the Princess had collected an Easter egg at her Sunday school thing by identifying the man who helped Jesus carry the cross. Your best guess in the comments below please. No googling.
The Princess has dropped out of her holiday course in the Alliance Française. Due to her idiot mother’s assumption that the course would be for bilingual children, she was forced to spend the day learning to count in French. Although she explained to the teacher (in French) that she could already count and even say her name in French, she was not let out (well where would they send her?). She was very cross. I was very guilt ridden. On the plus side, the Alliance say that they will give me my money back. Hurrah.
As I entered the house after a long day at work, the childminder was leaving it. “What’s it like in there?” I asked her. Normally she is resolutely upbeat. “It’s murder,” said she, “they are all tired, cranky and whacking each other.”
Michael wants a Nintendo DS. He can’t have one. “Why? Jack has one.” “Because you’re four and I say no.” A river of tears follows.
The country has given all its money to the banks. In fact, money that it hasn’t got. Every public servant in the country got pay cuts of between 10 and 20 per cent and it saved the exchequer 4 billion. Apparently we’ll need 30 billion to keep the banks going. Do you think that the public servants would like to work for nothing? I am annoyed with the banks. I am also unclear who benefited from the reckless lending. Not the shareholders, not the taxpayer, not the banks and, it appears, not even the developers who took out the massive loans we and our children will be paying back. Unless the developers all have Swiss bank accounts. Aha. Of course, now that the State effectively owns the banks, we can regard the forthcoming increase in interest rates on our mortgages as a saving really.
And it’s snowing today. Appropriate.
Simeon of someplace or other? IIRC he wasn’t immediately keen on the job. It’s one of the Stations of the Cross.
Simon of Cirene (although I think I misspelled). Twelve years of Catholic school taught me something. I’m in the US. As you know, the “developers”, lenders, mortgage brokers, etc. lost their minds and thought there was no ceiling on real estate prices. Fools. The world will be cleaning up the mess for some time.
My little ones count in French and teach me the days of the week. Not sure how useful that’s all going to be. Good luck with the “tired, cranky and whacking each other” people.
Would answering “Eric Idle” win me a chocolate egg?
Cyrene, Hence the Cyrenians.
I was going to say John Wayne helped Jesus carry the cross, but I think I’m mis-remembering the film.
Very good, I love the way that there’s nothing like a test to bring commenters out – you know that I love you all. You are all right except for Lucy – NO, no egg for you! However, cha0tic, I’m allowing John Wayne as your father is a vicar and I know that you actually do KNOW.