The notice in the bulletin regarding Saturday, 17th February is an important one. Parishes are seeing the necessity to anticipate – with optimism – the future challenges. It is important to hear your voice. St. Leonard’s has set up a link to viewing future plans for the school. They look excellent. Our prayers and best wishes are with the school in these challenging times. The month of February is upon us now, with the Season of Lent creeping up on us. We have our parish retreat to look forward to at the end of this month. And with the onset of Spring, lighter, brighter days…. and less rain.
‘The rain falls upon the just and unjust alike; a thing which would not happen if I were superintending the rain’s affairs. No, I would just rain softly and sweetly on the just, but if I caught a sample of the unjust outdoors, I would drown him.’ Mark Twain.
Please note the new date for the International Meal – 10th March. More volunteers needed from our international friends in the parish for music, Eucharistic Ministers and Readers.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth
by Pam Ayres
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth,
And spotted the dangers beneath
All the toffees I chewed,
And the sweet sticky food.
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.
I wish I’d been that much more willin’
When I had more tooth there than fillin’
To give up gobstoppers,
From respect to me choppers,
And to buy something else with me shillin’.
When I think of the lollies I licked
And the liquorice allsorts I picked,
Sherbet dabs, big and little,
All that hard peanut brittle,
My conscience gets horribly pricked.
My mother, she told me no end,
‘If you got a tooth, you got a friend.’
I was young then, and careless,
My toothbrush was hairless,
I never had much time to spend.
Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right,
I flashed it about late at night,
But up-and-down brushin’
And pokin’ and fussin’
Didn’t seem worth the time – I could bite!
If I’d known I was paving the way
To cavities, caps and decay,
The murder of fillin’s,
Injections and drillin’s,
I’d have thrown all me sherbet away.
So I lie in the old dentist’s chair,
And I gaze up his nose in despair,
And his drill it do whine
In these molars of mine.
‘Two amalgam,’ he’ll say, ‘for in there.’
How I laughed at my mother’s false teeth,
As they foamed in the waters beneath.
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me they are beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me teeth.