A rather badly dressed and dirty Father Steve has opined (there should be a word such as "repentopined" to allow the full gamut of possible emotive content): I shall be shriven by Gaudete Sunday.

When I was a kid (yes, it's true; I was one once), I thought that "shriven" = "Shrunken". Mrs Malaprop would have approved. Soooo, I expect the expurgated and considerably smaller butterfly version of Father Steve to emerge from his sackcloth-and-ashes crysalis on the Monday following Gaudete Sunday (whenever that is).


The idiot also known as Capfka ...