As I was doing my shift on the Church Lodge (read: receptionist/shop asst duty) today,
MR, a friendly acquaintance, came up to me. I apologised profusely, as I'd missed our coffee
last week, so we rearranged for a fortnight's time.
With that business out of the way, M told me the following story, leaving me helpless
As he was suiting up to serve the 10am mass a couple of Mondays ago, M told T(our sacristan)
that he was having coffee with me. Didn't think any more of it.
A little while later, he was in the sacristy with G, our money counter/Lodge person/cleaner,
etc...ex-civil servant (very serious, not at ALL like Sir Humphrey Appleby - whom I *adored* -
*twinkle*), when G said quite suddenly:
"I hear you're going out with *that* Irim."
[which? where? An *Irim*? Run screaming!]
M replied, "It's coffee, G. It's nothing remarkable."
G said quite seriously - he doesn't do tongue-in-cheek (as I'm sure you've deduced):
"Ooooh, you don't want to do *that*...she's a liberal; she has very heretical ideas."
Damn, that's what I should have dressed up as on Halloween.
I haven't stopped giggling since. And it got even funnier, b/c I gleefully told Br. J (whose face
was a picture, and he promised "not to tell anyone...outside town"), Fr. D the Younger and
Then Fr R the Younger came in, and as I was about to tell him, he told me he had heard...
except NOW, it was "Ooooh, you don't want to MARRY HER...etc."
Never let it be said that religious men don't gossip as much as church women. Bless.
You know, it's really a shame I can't give in to the part of me that loves to wind people up
and go back to G with this and say,
"Me? A heretic? Well, I've been working for the Dominicans for a couple of years, and they haven't
noticed anything amiss. And if I recall correctly, they're the Inquisitors, so they should know."
He'd be mortified, poor chap.
Lead me not into temptation...
Awww, go on then. The confessional beckons...