It’s a few years since I sat in the confessional and told all. I remember it well though. On a Friday morning the Priest would come in to the school and off we would go to the school nurses room where he would use a screen, like those hospital screens on wheels that we would sit either side of. It was always the same sins. I lied. I was horrible to my mum. I swore. But it was ok, as after I had said my Penance, off I could skip, with my sin-free soul and do it all again. I used to think of my sins as big tea stains on my soul. Once I had confessed and said my Hail Mary’s my soul was pure white again…(until the next time…)
Now I’m a few years older I have other things to confess.
And I may. Or May not. Have a small addiction.
I just can’t help myself. I’m helpless when I see them and i just have. To. Have. Them.
I just can’t get enough.
I will soon need a bigger house.
They don’t have to match. In fact it’s better if they don’t.
See the top right photo? I actually saved those plates and cups from the box of old crockery that Mr D and his friend use for their shooting games. I mean how could he even think of shooting them!?
Thank you for listening to my sins. Feel free to dish out the Hail Marys. To be quite honest though. I think it’s worth it.
Oh, look what I saw on FB tonight. Laugh? I nearly peed my pants.
A case of Life Imitating Art.