...as the Conclave draws nearer, and gossip swirls around, this is not a happy time. One prays, of course. And one should probably avoid speculations and blog-hopping...will it be Ranjith, as mooted in Forbes magazine? Has Turkson lost it all by giving all those interviews? Is any Italian now out of the running? Best to ignore it all and pray...
Trundling a suitcase - with laptop so that work could be done on the train journey - Auntie went on a pleasantly Marian-named journey, from Marylebone to Maryvale. Yes, the trains to Birmingham (Chiltern Line) really do start at Marylebone, and on arrival I headed for Maryvale, having met one of the lecturers at the station so we shared a taxi together. Fr George had just flown in from Rome...
Lectures at a Maryvale study weekend start on the Friday evening after a fish supper...this morning we began with Mass at 7.30, then Morning Prayer and breakfast...then Moral Theology for most of the day, a break in the afternoon (which is why I am writing this, and will shortly be going for a walk in the wintry but attractive grounds - and then a talk about our Long Essay work, and some Spiritual Theology, supper, and Night Prayer.
Easy access to a computer makes Conclavegossparoundtheblogsandtwitters awfully tempting. I shall put on my coat and go outside.
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