Ermine – my chat - and my brush with a Chooch Wadding

Tuesday morning……. I was privileged to have a chat with Ermine early today. Alone I was, hoovering crumbs from free-trade coffee morn, when her call came up to me. Down I crouched - with a twinge, And there she was, poking out of her dingy hole. I sympathised on her loss of Egregious Mozart and thought to explain ‘church’ and ‘church warden’. “Of course I know,” she said with much perception – “’chooch’ and ‘chooch wadding’…….” “Yes….” But then who entered through the door? But chooch wadding so proper and tall “What is it with you so flat on the floor? “It’s but a spiritual exercise - learnt from the medieval and much-loved Blessed Hieronymus Bendoveritch.” I muttered - and left……. 12 August 2014 This event was most embarrassing. I don’t know what the church warden thought of me doing my spiritual exercises crouching on my knees in the corner of the Church Centre……