Herself said to me the other day, “I am so glad that you sent me to my school, I would have hated to have gone to an English language school”. I think that the effect of 10 years of education through the medium of Irish has finally had its effect.
I can only hope that her brothers eventually feel the same but thus far they remain resolutely unconvinced. Alas.
Michael: Why did people let Draco do what he did?
Mr. Waffle: Draco Malfoy or, do you mean Lucius Malfoy?
Michael: No, I mean Draco the tyrant.
Mr. Waffle (beginning description): Well, I suppose he was a little bit draconian.
Daniel: Dad, he was Draco, he was literally draconian.
The children are a bit old for the pantomime and we didn’t fancy/refused to pay for any of the theatrical offerings available over Christmas so for our Christmas outing we went to the cinema to watch a screening of “Love Actually” in the cinema. Michael and Daniel strenuously objected to going but afterwards, Michael, at least conceded that he had quite enjoyed it. “But,” he said, “it was weird the way that all of the women were just goals for the men and not people at all.” Except for Emma Thompson we agreed. My work here is done.
Attempting to explain my deeply reprehensible choice I said, “Yes, I know it is unsatisfactory in a number of ways but it’s of its time.” Herself replied “You can’t say that about a film that was made in 2003!” It’s hard to argue with that. I still like the way the bodyguard sings “Good King Wenceslas”. If you want a comprehensive analysis of all the ways in which this film is profoundly unsatisfactory, I can direct you here. Do not click on this link if you ever want to watch that film again, it will ruin every bit of it for you, except the bit where the bodyguard sings “Good King Wenceslas”.
Daniel: My home economics teacher said today that her parents live in the country and they have an Aga but you should never buy an Aga because it’s really bad and energy inefficient.
Me: Is it too much to hope that you didn’t tell her about our kitchen plans?
Him: Yes it is, I put up my hand and said, “Miss, my mother’s getting an Aga”.
Thank you Daniel.
In other kitchen related news, the builders have put us off until January so Christmas is on after all.
So the first reading at Mass this morning was a source of mild amusement for Michael and Daniel. Well, definitely for Michael.
A reading from the Prophet Daniel
At that time Michael will stand up, the great prince who mounts guard over your people…
And the second reading was of interest to all, that St. Paul, it’s how he tells them:
Christ on the other hand, has offered one single sacrifice for sins, and then taken his place forever, at the right hand of God, where he is now waiting until his enemies are made into a footstool for him.
A footstool indeed. I hope your own Sunday morning offered up similar nuggets of interest.
Our French childminder who came to us on Fridays to give the children French lessons had a fascinating range of relations. He was related to famous actors, philosophers, a concentration camp survivor and all round heroine and he has a distant ancestor who as a baby had all her relatives killed in a slave uprising and was only saved by her black nanny hiding her and keeping her safe. All verified on the internet so it must be true. So it wasn’t a complete surprise when we discovered that he was a descendant of the Dukes of Leinster – a long line of younger sons marrying poorly leaving him and his family in relatively modest circumstances but with a really spectacular array of connections. The children were entirely underwhelmed when I pointed out that a direct(ish) relation of Edward Fitzgerald, the hero of 1798 had been turning up in our house once a week.
The boys miss him now though as they have to go out to French classes on Friday evenings: a source of endless bitterness.