Friars a-Muck (Edition 2) Parts I,II and III

“……..that’s the problem with monks: you run away so you don’t have to do the washing up at home then find yourself doing it for 200 people performing a mass exodus after meal times…..”

Stiffy upper Lip had done just that! Fed up with home life he’d hoofed it to the monastery to escape worldly environ mentality and what not. Life couldn’t be perkier!

Nothing was going to ever stop the hustling of moisturising soap to ease one’s acne, fluffy pink towels to buff the body and a game of poker to stimulate the grey cells – all was crucial in the maintenance of body, soul and mind!

So when Stiffy’s brother, the archbishop of Ephemeral decided to visit, war was declared in the form of scheming novices in dark corners, which did not add up to a bunch of flowers in the Guest Room.

The abbot had rioting novices, inebriated friars, a concussed novice guardian and 3 sick friars to contend with and that was within the first 24 hours.