Hello, TzeLin? Please advise. It's about how when I visit me dad, I go to a mass with him, he's 83 and a devoute catholic, his faith has kept him strong throughout a terrible lung disorder, he's mighty for his age. He can't help passing me a coin to put in the church plate, something I'm against given the riches the vatican has amassed. I try and inject humour into whatever I write, taking the sting out the tail. The porridge bit is to highlight my dad's controlling nature. Tanks a million for reading and responding TzeLin, very appreciated. J. πββ¨ππ»π₯π