I had to leave at 6 in the morning for a work trip recently and searched blearily in the drawer for a travel sized toothpaste. It was only when I was going to bed in my hotel that night that I realised that I had inadvertently packed bubblegum flavoured kiddie toothpaste. Alas.
Continuing to Look for an Exit Strategy
Michael: Are all of our relatives catholic?
Me: Um, yes, nearly all. Aunty N and Uncle A in London aren’t.
Michael: Ooooh.
Swimming against the Tide
In today’s paper there was an obituary of a Fianna Fáil politician. He was one of the Ansbacher account holders. He was described as “a devout Catholic, non-smoker and non-drinker”. I am not quite sure how he squared his banking arrangements with a devout catholic conscience; anyhow, these words do make him sound joyless and judgemental and I feel that they were intended to do so. It certainly painted a mental picture for me and it was not a particularly positive one.
It then occurred to me that the words might also be applied to me. Given that the criteria for devout catholic have relaxed quite a bit since I was younger and weekly mass-goer seems to be sufficient to make the grade, I am in there. I have never been a smoker. And I don’t like the taste of alcohol, so I tend not to drink. I will often take a glass of wine, if people are insistent (and, in Ireland, they often are) but I’ll just have a sip and in my experience, people don’t notice you’re not drinking, if you have a full glass of something in front of you. My only hope of salvation is, clearly, to continue to pretend to drink.
Did you know that you were reading the blog of a devout Catholic, non-smoker and non-drinker? Also, a pedant which is why I wonder, catholic, c or C? Advice in the comments please.
First out of the Suggestion Box
I think for the remainder of the month, I will be working my way through the suggestions my kind readers have made.
So first up: what do I make of Roy Keane’s appointment? Well, I know next to nothing about football but even I know that this is going to be a complete disaster. Obviously, the only saving grace is that he is from Cork.
More tomorrow. But not on Roy Keane.
Is there a Theologian in the House?
Michael: Witches might exist.
Me: Mmm, but they don’t.
Michael: Well, if God exists, then how do you know witches don’t?
Planning for the Festive Season
Michael: Do we have to go to mass on Christmas day?
Me: Yes.
Michael: Even if it’s not a Sunday.
Me: Yes.
Michael: This is so unfair.
