Church Unmilitant

[poliphilo]

The curate came round to give my mother communion- as he does once a month. Usually we leave Kirstie to look after him but Kirstie is on holiday- in Rome.  He's a smiley, nervy, ingratiating chap, uncertain of his place in the pecking order- the archetypal curate in fact, though older than the traditional curate- a man in his fifties who used to be a solicitor or a stockbroker or something like that...

But then he's asking questions- which amount to "So tell me what you do all day..." And I use my trusty shield and buckler, deflecting. blocking, because, "Really, you know, I'm not one of your little flock, mate."

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[cmcmck.livejournal.com]

Almost as bad as having the Joeboes knocking the door as was happening here this morning (again)!

Thankfully, they now know to take note of the notice on our front door stating that we do not purchase goods, services or religion at the doorstep. :o)