If you are not one of my handful of Catholic readers, I suggest you look away now.
As you know, I do my best to be as ecumenical as I can. I'm all for this one flock and one shepherd business - just ask the Monday morning Methodist Bible study group.
But when Fr. J, (a post Vatican 2 priest if ever you met one) sings the Kyrie, Sanctus and Agnus Dei from the Missa de Angelis, preaches from the pulpit and rounds off the Mass with 'Faith of Our Fathers', well, you just can't beat it, in my opinion.
I sang all the way home. When I got there, I said to the Football Fanatic:
'I'm telling you, if he carries on like this, he be rooting in the back of that wardrobe and dusting that biretta off before Advent Sunday'.
To which the Football Fanatic replied:
'FATHER J's GOT A GUN????'
Too much Al Pacino and not enough Bing Crosby, if you ask me.
For nostalgic Catholics:
and for Working Mum: