... to and for all my friends in the US of A at this terrible time. And particular good wishes to friends ... friends I know and friends I don't know ... not least, 'Gardone' friends ... in and around New York, which has been much on our tv screems in these recent days.
And all the good friends I have made ... 'Anglican Use' friends ... in the Lone Star State. Perhaps you might remember me to our Lady of Candellaria, our Lady of the Atonement.
And those throughout the world with whom I have been in touch , or who have thought either well or ill of me as they have read what I have written.
And my fellow Countrymen; including my fathers and brothers and sisters in the Ordinariate or whom I may have served in the cause of Tradition.
Naturally, one becomes aware that at any moment one could, oneself, be struck down. Nine tenths of those dying in Britain of the Coronavirus Plague are above the age of 60! Should this happen to me, I ask the charity of your prayers, and ... of all my brother priests ... the charity of the August Sacrifice.
If God wills, I will offer Mass tomorrow for all of you.
Post Scriptum: if you should chance to hear of my demise or incapacity, please do not stop reading this blog. You see, I do keep a bit ahead of the Calendar with drafted blogposts in case I am on some particular day too busy or preoccupied to write something, so it might even appear that I am addressing you from beyond the grave. Spooky, yes??