Caritas in Veritate, better known as Father John Boyle, arrived this evening after his long transatlantic flight. He arrived on what was, without doubt, the hottest day of the year, but seemed remarkably calm and collected. After a swift pint, we repaired to our local Italian hostelry for a Spaghetti alla Puttanesca. He came with the urgent supplies of Marmite, the lack of which was beginning to cause serious psychological problems for this writer. Tomorrow, the good Father, if the jet-lag is not too bad, will join me for the 10.30am Mass - I don't think he will make the 8.00am.
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I hope he brought you a whole case. You were just over there! How can anyone run through that stuff so fast?
You can use it for spackle if the construction trades are in short supply.
Couldn't he have brought you something more digestible like haggis or sheep's eyes, or entrails?
[Glad to hear Fr. J. got there okay. He shouldn't be too hot and tuckered out anyway. According to Noel Coward the English are impervious to heat and detesta siesta.]
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