The other day some counter-cultural friends came round. We went for a walk and found several ways to cross a river. Ant carried the little ones through the river, her trousers rolled up; Charlie and their boy climbed along under the sub-structure of the bridge feet dangling over the river, and the rest of us took the conventional option of walking over the bridge.
Irresponsible parenthood as usual: there was a possibility somebody might have had an accident... They could have fallen into the water! Or into the nettles! How could we be so reckless? In fact a good time was had by all.
From “The Private Diary of Bishop F. Atticus McButterpants” – 07-12-25 –
Lunch with Fr. Tommy
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Dear Diary, A week since Fr Tommy and private eye and the whole Patsy
“thing”. “Thing” hah! “Things” is mostly quiet now. Still jumpy. Not
sleeping well. N...
8 hours ago
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