A beautiful and faintly disturbing gift

Dear readers, imagine our joy on finding, at the back door yesterday morning, a substantial yellow package with a Hamburg postmark. The German guests, with baroque generosity, intuiting that we had just stumbled to the final absolute end of term feeling slightly ragged, had chosen their moment to send a lovely surprise present.
The first investigation of the splendid yellow box yielded a bottle of what could only be called distinguished claret, duly and lovingly conveyed to the cellar to have a little rest after its travels. The respectable old dog highly approves of such traditional gifts, particularly in that they remind her of the well-ordered world of her puppyhood at Ormskirk.
But there was something else at the bottom of the enticing, bright yellow package. A small wooden something in a cardboard box. A small gothic wooden something which opened on little brass hinges to reveal (o joy) a retablo of Pope Benny flanked by angels. With stamped gold-brocade effects which take the light in a manner which can only be described as dazzling.
I rather think (meaning “I know for certain”) that the ongoing competition with a dear colleague in the Art History department, victory in which goes to the one who can produce the most remarkable Catholic object, is as good as won for the present year and quite probably for several years to come. Never mind, thanks to a timely intervention from the Real World Consultant who brought us a packet of what announced themselves as Gaufrettes Amusantes, we are able to present the loser with two small Vanilla biscuits bearing the legend “Merci, petit Jesus”.

3 Responses to “A beautiful and faintly disturbing gift”

  1. the tropical godpapa Says:

    A retablo of Pope Benny flanked by angels with stamped gold-brocade effects which take the light in a manner which can only be described as dazzling! I WANT ONE!

  2. the tropical godpapa Says:

    I would be intrigued to know why you left only the ‘Merci, petit Jesus’ Gaufrettes Amusantes. Because to eat them would be sacrilegious? Or Sacramental (and therefore to be kept till Sunday)?

  3. Jane Says:

    Because we are keeping them for our Catholic-kitsch-loving friend, silly.

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