Today we went to Lier for the day.Â We were able to do this because I had gone to mass last night.Â Today is Palm Sunday: longest mass of the year.Â I went to a very long mass involving processions, palms, longest gospel of the year and a sermon (this last is usually skipped in Ireland, they know how much the congregation can bear).Â Arrived home, late and exhausted, clutching my palm (some kind of laurel in this part of the world, we use pine at home, wonder does anyone actually use palm?). I was not, however, as exhausted as Mr. Waffle who had been heroically minding, feeding and entertaining the Princess at her crankiest time of day.
This talk of vigil mass reminds me of a story a friend of mine from Northern Ireland told me.Â When he was a child in the 70s and the troubles were at their height he was whisked off to America for a holiday by kindly Americans with deep pockets.Â Apparently six of them were chosen from his school by raffle.Â I asked whether he had had to consort with Protestants “only on the plane” said he.Â Obviously some of the good-natured Americans’ intentions were not realised.Â Anyhow, being a catholic ten year old from the North, he was very catholic and, in those days, there was no Saturday night vigil mass in Ireland but there was in America.Â He refused to believe that Saturday night mass counted and insisted on going on Sunday as well.Â One Sunday, his American family was going on a trip and didn’t go to mass.Â He was scandalised and refused to go until they had gone to mass.Â Very challenging for our transatlantic cousins I’d say.
Anyhow, Lier.Â If you are an English speaker, Belgium is full of entertaining town names.Â Lier boasts the suburbs of Lisp and Lint and nearby are the towns of Boom, home to a clay pigeon shooting establishment, and Duffel, where they first made the coat.Â If you want to live in the Brussels suburbs, you can choose to reside in, inter alia, Dworp or Erps-Kwerps (next week funny names from Wallonia – this is a politically correct website).
Lier is very pleasant although we were unable to fully appreciate its marvels as the Princess didn’t like it much and roared all afternoon.Â An attempted stop for tea had to be hastily and humiliatingly abandoned as she was a bit noisy for the establishment. Arrived home and she went straight to bed for a nap, so spent the early evening perusing the Sunday papers.Â Excellent, though I fear we will pay for it later.Â Since we’ve got back from Cork, herself has only been waking 2-3 times per night.Â On Wednesday night she only woke up once.Â In case you didn’t know, this is excellent. Whether this exceptionally positive trend will continue or not is difficult to tell.Â I bet you’re waiting for further news with bated breath.
on 05 April 2004 at 10:21
Bated breath indeed. You may relax in relation to your role in the syndicate, last night was typical. After she woke up for the fourth time it all became a bit of a blur but I think that she may have woken up 6 times. Deep sigh.
on 05 April 2004 at 11:06
No no no, I’m sure once you think about it clearly that it was definitely just the 4 times. No more. No less. Yeah?
*nudge nudge wink wink*Sorry for your sleepless night though – the joys eh?
on 06 April 2004 at 21:56
And another thing, Locotes, I bet you had to look up “revolving door”. And last night was only three times…
on 07 April 2004 at 08:26
Well of course I did, My Irish is of a typical pass level iffiness – “chuaigh me go dti an siopa, agus cheannaigh me aran agus bainne” – and that’s about all I have! Truthfully, for the ‘door’ one, I was just looking for some phrase that would suit the blogs that don’t fit anywhere else…
Ok, the Princess is having a laugh with me now – I might have to find something new to gamble on – the number of nappies used per day perhaps…