Today is Holy Innocents’ Day, which commemorates the massacre of the innocents by Herod in Matthew’s gospel (although according to Wikipedia, it’s probably not a historical event). In Spain and SPanish-speaking countries, it’s the Spanish equivalent of April Fool’s Day.
Last year I got my friends in Franceses. This year they got me.
They came to visit on Christmas day, and poor Theresa got stung by a wasp, just below her eye. Of course it’s a terrible place to get stung, and it swelled up like she’d been thumped by Mike Tyson.
So when I phoned up today and asked how she was, Helen couldn’t resist it. She said the swelling was worse, and the eyeball itself had a faint tinge of green. I was just about to offer to drop everything and translate at the hospital when Helen got the giggles, and said, “Happy 28th, Sheila.”
So now I can stop feeling guilty about last year.
