more about Mamó

This almost continues on from the last post. I popped into a church recently while house hunting in the countryside. I shocked myself by addressing my prayer to Mamó. Not God but Mamó. She was the first person that popped into my mind in the church. And it wasn't the first time this has happened. It's too early yet whether to say that she answered my prayer but suffice to say that the next house we viewed looks very promising and needs following up.
In a dear diary entry, I must own up to a very poor performance with morning prayers/meditation. There's a spare mattress on the floor in my room which is getting in the way of the lotus chair - is that a valid excuse?! I know it's not.
Another recent event was the singing of the choir's annual mass. Most of the mass was read in Latin.