Sunday, May 27, 2007
I gave the news at all the Masses this weekend that I was being moved - not the happiest Pentecost news! There was some weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth (all right - there was some weeping)! One little one was very sweet - she's just about to start kindergarten, so whatever age that makes her(?) - she told her mother that the Bishop wasn't ever allowed to visit the parish again because he was moving me. I am relieved that I could finally release the news - now the horrible packing begins! When I am home in England at the end of June, I will be making a couple of visits to special holy places to grab as much help as possible from Our Lady and the Saints. My mother and I will be going to Paris for the day on the Eurostar, it's a social visit to my Godfather who has just got married again at the age of 77 - the triumph of hope over experience. We will rush to the Rue du Bac to pray at the Shrine of the Miraculous Medal - and probably buy a sackful!