My respect for the Archbishop of Canterbury has shot through the roof, not that I didn't have a high opinion of him anyway, it's just that truth be told, I didn't know a great deal about Dr Rowan Williams before I wrote to him.
First of all, I must inform you that regretably I shan't be meeting Dr Williams, since, as the letter penned by his Lay Assistant Andrew Nunn understandably points out, the Primate and leader of the Church of England is not in the habit of helping complete strangers to win bets made in a pub.
I do hope I will be forgiven for detailing part of the letter, yet it is so brilliantly written and makes such valid points, that I really do feel obliged to share it:
"....He is sorry of course that by declining you may be subject to a forfeit (see forfeits category on the left), but since whether he accepts or declines, someone (either Michael or I) may have to take up bovine gynaecology he's in a no-win situation and somehow will have to learn to live with it.
He hopes that you will contribute to the RNIB the money you won't have to spend travelling to see him, indeed all the money you will save if lot's of people turn you down. I am sure then that the warm inner glow you will feel will sustain you off the beach at Brighton."
What a reply. Absolute solid gold.
I will MOST CERTAINLY, agree to his wish to donate to the RNIB the petrol money that I would have spent driving to Lambeth. This will be done very soon, since the way that petrol prices are spiralling out of control, I may otherwise have to sell my flat.