When Crox Minor was about three, she was sitting in the synagogue, with the prayer book upside down before her, and proclaimed, in stentorian tones that would have done credit to Lady Bracknell – “This Hebrew is Too Lumpy!”
How the time has flown. In a matter of weeks, she’ll be 13 and having her Bat-Mitzvah. To this end much scholarly deliberation over Hebrew has been taking place in the Salon Des Girrafes. And – guess what? – the Hebrew is as lumpy as ever. Here is a picture of Crox Minor’s secretarial assistance, recently. Captions, as ever, blah blah etcetera etcetera.
PS – For those who don’t know what a Bat-Mitzvah is, think of it as a tribal initiation ritual. Like walking over hot coals. Or having ritual dirt scratched into your skin. Or having a tattoo, or a unicycle speared through your lower lip. Only more embarrassing.
PPS – I never had one. It’s all a bit anthropological. My role in all this is to sign the cheques.