The Princess’s first communion approaches. Today, her grandfather realised that it is also the day of the Heineken Cup final. Torn between two lovers etc.
Herself has made a calendar on which she is crossing out the days up to the 21st, noting significant events. I asked her had she included space for prayer and spiritual preparation. “If múinteoir asks me, I will provide for that,” she said coldly. She still doesn’t quite see what her father and I find so hilarious about this.
Her first communion is on my birthday.
This reminds me of when Kol Nidre (night before Yom Kippur) and the rugby league grand final in Sydney collided a few years back – and a team with a sizeable Jewish supporter base was in the final. The rabbi made a few critical remarks in his sermon…and from memory, the Jewish-favoured team actually lost.
Not entirely sure if this story has a moral or not!
What a lovely time of year for a birthday. Bet your mother could always toss you and your friends out of the house…in my experience, overwhelming ambition of all parents at parties.
Will be watching out to see whether any reference is made to the rugby at the communion which would really focus male attention on content, at least…