Off to spend part of the day with my mother. We have each other to ourselves, which is a little unusual as more often than not my wife accompanies me. After lunch she points out that I look very tired and offers me a big, old recliner chair in which to have a nap. I take her up on her offer, and quickly fall into a deep sleep for over an hour.
Later over a cup of tea, unprompted, she says she knows which old people's home she wishes to live in when she can no longer look after herself. "There are 2 near here run by the masons; I'd be happy with either of those". My father was a mason for most of his life, and indeed, when I was 18 he offered to be my tyler. I asked him if it was true that no catholics or Jews were allowed to join.
"Oh no" he responded.
"But there are no Jews or catholics in the masons, are there? Why would that be"
I will never forget his answer:
"They just don't want to join"
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