The school filed across the road to a church service lately, so my daughters stayed behind with the few other non-Catholic children to caper and giggle. I asked Pink Daughter why they'd have Mass at such an odd time of year, as I wasn't aware that it was the feast-day of any of Ireland's A-list saints. She thought about it, and said that no one had given them a reason, and that the school probably had Mass just for the hell of it.
I hope you won't think this is incongruous in the midst of my trumpeted clear-out activities, but I have bought a new tea towel. It hangs above my shelf of mugs, and, in the spirit of Kondo anthropomorphism, I feel it encourages my crockery to be picturesque.