Well, there’s a new pope if you’re bothered about that sort of thing. 1.4 billion people definitely are, and so there’s been wall-to-wall coverage of the chimney on the Sistine chapel, a packed-out St Peter’s Square and a sunlit Vatican, waiting, then cheering in Leo XIV.
“Does he er…” said Sammy, half a smile forming, “Does he look like a bit like your dad?”
Brilliant. The new pope, who I’m sure is a very nice man and will make a well-respected figure on the ol’ world stage and all that… looks like my dad. I mean just a little bit. Perhaps a bit more than not looking like him; there is a resemblance. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’d be a great pope, except of course the hurdles of not being Catholic, being married, not much liking the limelight, and not exactly able to relocate to the Vatican. He does get on with people though. And he’d be good at the waving.
A few moments later…
“Why does the new pope look like dad?” asked my sister on the family chat. Even I had nothing to say in response.
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