On doing a conditional survey of the stone and wall work at a church several
years ago; I knocked on the door of the private chambers of the resident
priest; a kindly man with big blue eyes and a warm smile every time I would
see him.
"Father I announced "I have come to check your walls"
To which he stood before me while passionately batting those baby blues
and replied ..
".my son I would love for you to check my walls" ..... signed gone for coffee
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