Saturday, August 16, 2008
It could only happen in Walsingham. Sitting in the coffee shop this morning trying to eat my toasted teacakes I was rudely interrupted by a couple of wasps - I hate wasps. So I asked my very good friend Paul who co-owns the shop with Mary his wife if he could get rid of them. At which point he pulls out a can of wasp killer spray and calls out to check if there are any Franciscan monks in the cafe. In Walsingham everything seems to be sacred.