It was lovely to be able to go to Mass today, I havn't been on this day for many years. I can remember the teacher crying, 'No, don't rub off your ashes', as our foreheads itched and I wanted to feel the texture of the gritty stuff under my fingers.
At the end of Mass, the priest said that normally he wasn't bothered about biscuits and the like, but that morning, on a day of fasting and abstinence, he'd had a craving for a biscuit.
The devil in the guise of a rich tea biscuit!
I felt sad that my older son, who can now understand some of the teaching, couldn't attend as he's in C of E school. I can't understand why they don't celebrate the Holy Days, I didn't think there was so much difference.Instead, I've settled for helping to walk the little ones over the road to their church next time they go, which is some consolation.
