This morning I went to do an interview for Radio Wales' Good Morning Wales. It was all about the names of the Sundays before Lent. It's something I don't really get exited by on an August bank holiday morning building up to a day plastering and painting our conservatory.
On the other side of the debate there was someone from the Prayer Book Society who started the conversation by saying he found bilingual road signs in Swansea confusing. He also took exception - I think - to the way I pronounced Septuagesima. I said it in the same way that everybody from Trawsfynydd says Septuagesima on a Monday morning in August.
I'm so sorry to disappoint all those who know me well but I wasn't rude to this guy. I have to confess to a sin. It's worried me all day that I was so nice.
Never mind. Felicity Evans, one of the presenters, was a total, total star... Thanks Felicity! She asked him the question I didn't dare ask "You are just a snob really aren't you?" That so made my day.
I have thought a lot since then, while painting the conservatory, about how hard it would be to spend the whole of eternity in heaven with members of the Prayer Book Society. Then I thought perhaps not...they won't be able to read the signs telling them how to get there!
supremely and ardently solicitous
3 weeks ago