Washing up

You realise the quality of the life you have led when you start to go deaf, or at least the TV is below your comfort level and you’re not concentrating that hard. “No dear. He didn’t say ‘Fuck a cold’. He said ‘button your coat'” All my mishears are either obscene or profane.
I was at a funeral Mass this afternoon, a packed house and lots of miserable descendants. You can’t ask for more. But the Catholic service is very foreign indeed. How could the priest doing the washing up after Mass have remained part of the liturgy? After the Russians, the French are the least godly nation in Europe but they turn out for funerals, the ancient ritual that has marked the departure of 50 generations. I agreed with the only Muslim present that the Catholic service was very hard.

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