"Grown men chasing a ball around." Robert the quite a few different things.

 Richard got dressed quickly. He was late for mass.

Oops, sorry, that's Modern
Baxter, not Richard.

He'd watched the All Blacks thrash Argentina at their place and he felt good.

He found his car keys and headed towards the car. Then he remembered, "I don't have to go to church. I'm an atheist!"

At this same point in time Robert had already cleaned a Pagan church and spent half an hour sitting in the church shop.

He'd missed the rugby but contented himself by wondering how many notes there might be in the music of different cultures. If he had been paying more attention, who knows, he might have got a special 'hello' from the Virgin Mary whose statue was standing nearby. Still, he was busy wondering why there were only twelve different notes in Western music. Then he received a gentle nudge from Saint Maria Faustina.

"Robert, you're in the presence of Jesus and Mary."

Peter broke wind and decided it was time to get up. Well, his old bladder was begging for release.

Lately, what with The Old Girl being away, he'd taken to wearing his trusty old cap to bed. There had been a few household changes in Her absence and Peter knew that these changes were, in fact, temporary. His thoughts turned to what he would have for dinner. 

"There could be a post in that." he thought.

He liked to be regular in his blog posting. Somehow, he thought it made up for his aging bowel. Peter was not a bible banger, so Sunday church was not something that was going to happen. He didn't give a shit what Saint Maria Faustina thought or did. Anyway, she'd been a long time dead.

Richard was writing a post.* He was sort of taking it as it came. He'd summarized what Robert and Peter would probably be up to - he was sure that he heard Peter break wind in that moment. Robert would be listening to Father Patrick about now. He understood that Father Patrick was a bit of a wit. He guessed that you needed a sense of humour to write those silly sermons.

Now it was time to get some violin practice done. Well, that was his priority. It was up to Robert and Peter to take care of their own days now. After all, they were old big boys.

* this post