World Peace

It has to be said that for the second week in a row Maxime’s behaviour at mass on a Sunday morning has been excellent. Whereas last week he was so well behaved I thought he had been possessed by the devil, I have to confess that this week was actually (reassuringly) slightly less impressive, but good all the same. Somewhat perturbed by the whole experience I sank into a brief but deep session of self reflection and navel gazing. It seemed like there was a common thread.....chocolate biscuits and a bottle of water. If only Stalin and Mussolini had realised how easy it was to placate an unruly population, then maybe the 20th century could have been a very different story.