Small Pickwick, in process of being educated: “Mommy, do you want to hear something very funny? When I first read about Romans I thought the book said ‘A Roman in a Taco!’ But now I know that they wear Tagos, not Tacos. Sometimes I still like to imagine them in tacos, just for fun.”
Fr Pickwick walks out of the house carrying a large hammer: “Be back later this evening! I’ve got a confession scheduled, then a mission report phone call, and then headed to prison.” And Mrs. Pickwick quietly wonders just where the hammer comes in.
Thanks to this timely reminder from a dear friend and dedicated reader I had several days to mentally prepare for the coming disruption. However, I am left without much material for posting. We were not any more than usually late for church, the clocks in the Pickwickian vehicles are now only 6 minutes fast and… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick and the Clocks, Part the Third