Where we diverged geographically, we lived on the same page.
My sister sent me a text message today warning "TODAY IS INTERNATIONAL DISADVANTAGED PEOPLE'S DAY". What can it mean ? She mistrusts my epic humour, certainly, and is forever trying to catch me on the wrong foot. It's like a game of darts where the points have all worn blunt.
I nod my head and grin.
The good news - depending on your vantage point, dear reader - is this. I am drowning but not yet prone beneath the surf. Some kind Presbyterian souls passing by, grabbed hold of my wrists, and gently pulled me ashore. I say Presbyterian, but more accurately I should suggest Catholic, for that's undoubtably where my taste resides; catholic in my sensibilty, and catholic in the agate, celtic rock I shall perish on. Or perhaps not. It all depends, I suppose, on which way the wind blows.
Thank you all equally and hallowed be thy name.
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