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“Oh!” groaned the Abbot. He'd forgotten about London. Why can't the guy just mail me the money? Oh well, if I must, I must.

He replied:

Dear Mr Justice,

Thank you for your congratulations and I appreciate the change in greetings; a subtle but significant recognition of my change of station.

I am sure that you recognise that my time is going to be sorely stretched with the running of the monastery. I can travel to London this Sunday but I can stay for NO MORE THAN two days. Is that understood?

Please advise me if you are agreeable to this arrangement and I will confirm flights and bookings.

Yours in Christ,

August Tuck,
Abbot, St Rumpet's Monastery & Orphanage.

Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine,
lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend you.

- Matthew 7:6

The Abbot sent the message and made himself a cup of cocoa. He was still troubled by visions of the Mother Superior when she disrobed to the waist and demonstrated her waitress skills. He suspected sleeping would be difficult tonight.

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