The Brothers Grimm seem to have descended post Bank-Holiday weekend.
Hmmm.
Daddy Grimm, Mummy Grimm and Baby Grimm.
Maybe it's the weather?
Then again maybe it's the litany of Grimmness that's been percolating my way... I'm not going to list all the Grimms (and their pesky meddling cousins) who've been griming my way, but please pray for me and my friends (if you're that way inclined - maybe even if you're not!)
The one slender flame of redemption that has whisked alight is that there was apparently a 'life saving' fire at an abortion clinic at a critical moment, so my t'interwebbed chums inform me.
Does that seem a poor cause for rejoicing to some of you?
Well, maybe Magadouf is more Sodom and Gomorrah than Anglican Evensong...
More brimstone and schism cocktails anyone?
"Count it all joy..."
Hope is a cardinal virtue: hopefully possessed by Cardinals as well as the laity - we have to practise it, lift the training weights of our Grimms and black dogs and learn the strength for the fight.
Gosh! There've been a few tough rounds going on!
Grazie, grazie, grazie.
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