Invoking Positive happenstance
Well, some things are so regular that they mark the turning of the year in a private way that make them as special to the individual as the public celebrations of the Nine Lessons and Carols from Kings, or the family delight when the last unwanted cousin is turfed out just after Boxing Day. For me it is the annual visit to the local Watch House to bail out St Audrey’s, Latin Master, Glevum, from the gaol cell he always ends up on. Poor soul, something takes hold of him whenever he sees a display in the window of a shop showing the stable our Lord, whatever the Good Book says, was born in and declaring ‘The Reason from the Season.’ He is usually apprehended shouting ‘Sol Invictus’ and, to be fair, he makes good the damage and is contrite when he comes to his senses. It was on one these visits that I ran into Flitchy. He was trying to remember where he left his jalopy and was hoping some one had stolen it as it seemed the quickest w...