Lord above forgive me, but why should we forgive Fianna Fáil?

I struggled to get myself shipshape on Sunday morning before heading off down the road to attend Mass. 

I like to think that, on a good day, I’m a decent enough Christan and, on a bad day, like too many people, there would be no chance of anyone seeing a halo over my head.

As I approached the church gates, I rummaged through my pockets hoping that I had some loose coins as I could see that there was a collection for something or other.