Here comes Easter!
Thursday, April 5th, 2007 11:37 amAh, Maundy Thursday. To a civil servant in England that can only mean one thing: half day holiday, hurrah! I shall be skedaddling around two o’clock this afternoon and wending my way up the West End to peruse the wares in Forbidden Planet so that I shan’t need to leave the confines of Whetstone for the next few days.
Colleague Alex, youth that he is, hadn’t appreciated the import of Maundy Thursday (he has been in the service for less than a year, so it hasn’t become ingrained in the lad to look up and seize every public and privilege holiday going) and he is cheerily looking it up on Wikipaedia (it is a sad reflection on modern education that he didn’t know of Maundy Thursday quite apart from the all-important half day holiday).
It wasn’t the bit about the Queen doling out Maundy Money to selected representatives of the elderly deserving poor (only a few pence in face value to be sure, but what value on eBay, if only that generation had any concept of teh intarweb) that caught his imagination, but rather the fact that in the time of James II the sovereign would wash their feet, too. The mental image of Brenda scrubbing old Elsie’s bunions caused some mirth, I can tell you.
Such is the life of a civil servant.
Colleague Alex, youth that he is, hadn’t appreciated the import of Maundy Thursday (he has been in the service for less than a year, so it hasn’t become ingrained in the lad to look up and seize every public and privilege holiday going) and he is cheerily looking it up on Wikipaedia (it is a sad reflection on modern education that he didn’t know of Maundy Thursday quite apart from the all-important half day holiday).
It wasn’t the bit about the Queen doling out Maundy Money to selected representatives of the elderly deserving poor (only a few pence in face value to be sure, but what value on eBay, if only that generation had any concept of teh intarweb) that caught his imagination, but rather the fact that in the time of James II the sovereign would wash their feet, too. The mental image of Brenda scrubbing old Elsie’s bunions caused some mirth, I can tell you.
Such is the life of a civil servant.