Mass!

At the risk of sounding like the lost episode of Father Ted, I'd asked the local church in Leith to say a mass for my brother, in case the mass planned for his funeral on Friday (in the far south) couldn't take place due to the priest's wife (yes, I know, please don't @ me) having covid-like symptoms.  Fortunately her test came back negative so it's all on for Friday.

But still, I felt I had to bear witness to his name being said during the service. It may (or not) be viewable on their FB page: =AZXjT5tmTqP5yivMSfWYZoTRkf-tJ547b5DeFFBIyt9QtdUSXdi-bV9VdeWl-8QB45CKD7RAcqI4xq_iUUnCPcdFFLX_4pXNvKIEV-pet9kAppMQw_JbMZu4T_Njtik9BSvz07TFf5jC8JL2kLgpBCrbBehhalrpRXxCeIDyOwYgrw4AEj8uhgye5Fq9Z8DpBnQL7gcNgKiF9T4ndU_r8Pci&__tn__=-UK-R]https://www.facebook.com/1164909726853390/videos/384621629223309 If it works, the service doesn't actually start till about 12 min in.



Mike used always to attend here if his visits to us included a Sunday. I recall now that he'd mentioned that it was designed by Pugin - and as I sat listening to the priest I realised that my brother's architectural eyes must surely have drifted up to the handsome wooden ceiling at some point. Not as intricate as the hammer beam roof of South Leith Kirk, but still very handsome.

Much later, heard from S that M is in the Western General getting treatment - jings, does anyone know of anything good happening at the moment?