Nicola Harrington
François calls.
‘C’est bon. The christening has been set for 11.00 on Saturday 2nd April at St Martin sur Oeust. Are you sure you weren’t christened?’
‘Positive.’ I reply.
‘C’est une probleme, mais, I said you were English and they do things differently in England. The priest seemed happy with that.’
‘We need to talk about my responsibilities for the day and after.’ I say, suddenly aware of the closeness of it all.
I could sense François grinning, ‘C’est rien, you just need to hop once round the church. We’ll talk later.’
‘If there is anything I can do, let me know.’ I offer.
‘Thanks, a bientôt.’ Francois replies, and he was gone.
2nd April. That is just 2 weeks away. Panic starts to set in. Of course the minor issues always come to the fore. I am sure this is the minds ‘firewall’ coming into action, preventing one from dwelling too long on the serious issues. What does one wear to a christening?, weddings and funerals are always pretty informal. Mark only has jeans and a motley collection of T shirts, and however much he claims his Pink Floyd T shirt is still ‘decent’, it won’t do.
Editor’s Note : This follows on from Nicola’s first Baptism post which you can read here… Un Bapteme
