You know the way yesterday’s entry disappeared, well here’s my loving spouse’s approximation of my style, because I couldn’t face retyping:”Disaster has struck. Mr Waffle, who was perfectly able to go to work yesterday, has decided to come down with an illness. Not a macho stop-you-in-your-tracks illness but a “sore throat” if you please. This emerged last night. To be fair to him (reluctant though I am to do so) he was tossing and turning all night and does appear to be in some pain. Today we cancelled the hotel and I spent virtually all day with the Princess while Mr Waffle recuperated.
The morning was somewhat trying. Today is Ascension Thursday, as the more God-fearing of my readers will know. I decided to combine several good deeds and go to Mass with the Princess, leaving Mr Waffle to nap at home. As the Princess wakes up at 6.30 we had no problem getting up early, and 9.30 saw us in front of my favourite church, the Notre Dame au Sablon. Inconveniently, the House of God was closed. Apparently they preparing for a special Mass for the Guild of Archers (Brussels has a lot of these odd guilds. Who joins the Guild of Archers these days ?)”
He got a bit tired of it after this, so you may never know what happened next, but you may award his text marks out of ten, should you so wish.
I would award several points for his ability to write in your clever style, but I fear that awarding him too many points might make you hesitant to return.
So, zero points. Zero!
I hope this message finds you all quite healthy and relaxed.
Brightfield, Ireland is pagan as well, which let’s face it is much more shocking. Without wanting to sound really ancient, I think that we used to get a day off when I was in school but I suspect now they just labour on… poor little things.