On the toilet pan, straining like a tugboat pulling a liner. Yes! Thank you, God. Father Wexford washed his hands afterwards. iPad on the dresser, set and ready for the Zoom Mass. A small congregation, Covid consequent, but the service would be reverent nevertheless.

            He squeezed the door handle. No movement. Was it jammed again? He couldn’t get out! Perhaps a small prayer for the door’s release? No time. Mass imminent. Nothing for it, he’d have to do his priestly duties astride the toilet seat. What would Our Lord make of that?