It being the first Sunday of the month, I drove down to Hobart for the 11.30 am Missa cantata, at which I assist as M.C. (though I'd rather be in the choir, as previously). It does seem to help Father, but it nearly was the death of me: standing on the altar step at the Epistle side, pointing out the Postcommunion, I almost fell backwards... which at least gave some entertainment to alert members of the congregation.
Franciscan. “Dancing”. Fail.
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