Post by Monique Adelina De'Ath on Oct 20, 2021 8:19:29 GMT
“Excuse me, is this the way to the Confessionals, I need to disclose some thoughts and…err…stuff…to the priest”?
“Yes, my son, just over there on the left, half way up the cloisters. Peace be with you my child”.
(Under whispered breath) “Bugger the peace bit, I need answers and quick, a touch of the old divine intervention wouldn’t go amiss for my dreadful situation”!
A minute or two later….
“Ah, this must be it? I guess I just sit on this seat here and say my bit through this grill type thingy? Ummh, now how should I begin, what’s the normal here?
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, well, actually I haven’t that’s the thing you see, she won’t damned well let me!! Furthermore she’s now got all cross and uppity because I spent the last month administering to the sick and needy and didn’t take her out anywhere, and by anywhere I mean Mass, or Evensong or Matins or Bible studies etc etc. I feel I’ve made a terrible mistake father, terrible, in a moment ofmisplaced optimistic lust weakness I asked the woman to marry me!! Can you believe it, what on earth was I thinking, it was madness Father and I am beginning to think there is something sinister afoot! I hate to have to say this but I have come to the conclusion the woman is a witch!
It had to be a spell or potion of some kind she used on me father, had I been of sound mind at the time I’d never have dreamt of such a thing, let alone consented to marry the harpy. Since my ‘entrapment’ she’s really got going, endless lists of wedding item requirements, proposals for lavish amounts of spending on grandiose schemes, nagging me for not earning enough, how I need to raise my social profile, shoes and dresses and horses, she needs all of those and more……she’ll be the end of me Father, utter ruination….unless….unless of course we can come to a ‘little arrangement’, (
) a mutually acceptable outcome that benefits both the church (that includes you directly Father) and me, one of the Lord’s most devoted followers. Allow me to explain……is that ok…hello…Father, Father Jorge are you there"?
“Zzzzzzz….Zzzzzz…..mumble…Zzzzzzzzzzzzz”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, he’s damned well asleep and…sniff…sniff…is that the smell of brandy I can detect wafting through the grill?! So much for the church option, this calls for Plan B”.
“Yes, my son, just over there on the left, half way up the cloisters. Peace be with you my child”.
(Under whispered breath) “Bugger the peace bit, I need answers and quick, a touch of the old divine intervention wouldn’t go amiss for my dreadful situation”!
A minute or two later….
“Ah, this must be it? I guess I just sit on this seat here and say my bit through this grill type thingy? Ummh, now how should I begin, what’s the normal here?
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, well, actually I haven’t that’s the thing you see, she won’t damned well let me!! Furthermore she’s now got all cross and uppity because I spent the last month administering to the sick and needy and didn’t take her out anywhere, and by anywhere I mean Mass, or Evensong or Matins or Bible studies etc etc. I feel I’ve made a terrible mistake father, terrible, in a moment of
It had to be a spell or potion of some kind she used on me father, had I been of sound mind at the time I’d never have dreamt of such a thing, let alone consented to marry the harpy. Since my ‘entrapment’ she’s really got going, endless lists of wedding item requirements, proposals for lavish amounts of spending on grandiose schemes, nagging me for not earning enough, how I need to raise my social profile, shoes and dresses and horses, she needs all of those and more……she’ll be the end of me Father, utter ruination….unless….unless of course we can come to a ‘little arrangement’, (
) a mutually acceptable outcome that benefits both the church (that includes you directly Father) and me, one of the Lord’s most devoted followers. Allow me to explain……is that ok…hello…Father, Father Jorge are you there"?“Zzzzzzz….Zzzzzz…..mumble…Zzzzzzzzzzzzz”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, he’s damned well asleep and…sniff…sniff…is that the smell of brandy I can detect wafting through the grill?! So much for the church option, this calls for Plan B”.