Passiontide and bankers

Sometimes the lines from hymns strike you. This is more usually the case with older hymns (hymns versus choruses), written to teach you your theology. So from Palm Sunday I am stuck with

'Ride on, ride on in majesty
In lowly pomp ride on to die'

The second line isn't taking any prisoners. I'm not sure what the local church was using in place of palms. It seemed to be whatever greenery the parisoners could offer up. A good idea, but the boy was in fits of hay-fever induced sneezing throughout the service.

A laid-off banker turned up to stay in the evening. It's not so bad as she has severance pay, and is already pursuing those new jobs with a determination that I've never quite mustered. And, being laid off, she didn't need to engage in defence of the 'morality' of her post.