Noble and milde this Perſean ſeemes to be, If outward habit Iudge the inward man.

After a supper of various preparations of garden veg, fresh pasta with chanterelles and butter and an arseload of parmesan, we head outside to the bonfire.

Which in the first place, we offer up to Thee for Thy holy Catholic Church, that it may please Thee to grant her peace, to protect, unite and govern her throughout the world, together with Thy servant N. our Pope, N. our Bishop, and all true believers and professors of the Catholic and Apostolic Faith. Be mindful, O Lord, of Thy servants and handmaids N. and N. (the priest calls to mind the living he wants to pray for) and for all here present, whose faith and devotion are known to Thee, for whom we offer, or who offer up to Thee this sacrifice of praise for themselves and all those dear to them, for the redemption of their souls, the hope of their safety and salvation : who now pay their vows to Thee, the eternal, living and true God.

“Or a least a coldbeer.” “What?” “A new hat or a few coldbeers,” he said. “One of the two, that’s what I need.”