I have just stomped in from an otherwise lovely day celebrating our eldest child reaching double figures. Children being rather more sophisticated today than they were in the 1980s – when the local Happy Eater represented the acme of fine dining for a 10-year-old – my son had requested lunch at our provincial branch of The Ivy.
It has been many months since we attempted going to Mass en famille (for complicated logistical reasons) so what a perfect opportunity, I thought, to go to the cathedral. The children could experience glorious sacred music and parts of the liturgy sung in Latin. We don’t get to hear this out in the sticks, where the liturgy tends to be pretty basic.
