Why such surprise that the dear old Pope has decided to resign at the age of 85?
Most of us struggle on, if we have to, to 65. Age is very debilitating. Until very recently I used to get up at 5-30am considering it a slothful lie-in. Benedictines and Jesuits in their momnasteries allegedly rise at 5am each day.
A recently retired farmer, who in his working days would have equalled the Jesuits and Benedictines, told me he waits now until the sun comes up. So do I.
The poor old Pope can’t. Not only that, his ageing limbs are accoutred with elaborate robes as he is paraded before the admiring throngs. May he be blessed with a peaceful and secluded retirement.
St Chad’s Avenue