Ok, well, I took down my last post because some oversensitive New Yorkers got really mad at me and threatened legal action and I only wrote it as a favour anyway. RIP my brief socialite career.
It’s the first Sunday of Advent today. It’s coming up to a full year since I became a Catholic—on Friday, the Feast of the Immaculate Conception—so I’ll write something about that over the next few days. It’s strange being in London for it. When I was here two years ago, working for the Church of England, there was such a sad desperation about traipsing around Catholic churches, sneaking into Maiden Lane in my lunch break, praying for the courage to swim the Tiber. Now I can go to confession at St James’s Spanish Place and I can go up to the altar rail and take communion at the Oratory, which feels extraordinary.
It looks like I’ll be in London through December. I have to decide whether to take some time out of my DPhil and I’m not doing brilliantly so please message me if there are any particularly good carol services, etc.
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Love,
Rose
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