Monday, September 07, 2020

Sunday Mass has been available for a few weeks now.   And I attended again yesterday.  Hardly worth mentioning.  Except that it was 107° --  that's 41 point something for those of you fluent in celsius.  Which also wouldn't be worth a blogpost as our chapel is air-conditioned.  Except that we can't use the chapel.  The Virus, donncha know.  We were outdoors on the patio.  The unshaded patio.  Well, unshaded for most of us.  Happily someone provided one of those folding tent thingummies for Father.

None of us in the greatly diminished congregation got heat stroke.  But the video equipment that provides the live stream for the house-bound surely did.  It died the death shortly after the sermon.

And the point of all this is?

Well, to let you know how life is progressing for your servant here on the lower-left corner of the Republic.

Oh, all right.  Of course, it's another excuse to post Noel Coward's "Mad Dogs and Englishmen Go Out in the Midday Sun".   (I suppose if Mr Coward is right, attending Church out of doors in 107° heat made us all honorary English for that hour and a half or so.)


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