Why am I called MikeMadMonk ?




I'd had a long, cold, hard day.
It gets like that here in London in the winter. So when I got home I had a drink. I think it was hot mead. Then I had a long hot bath. I had another drink. I put some Gregorian Chant (Monkish) music on and wallowed in the bath. My bones began to thaw out. My mind became soothed and able to wander to thoughts like 'Cleanliness is next to Godliness.'

Toweled dry I had another drink, donned a dressing gown and retired to my sitting room. I lazed in my easy chair, my feet up on a stool. All was well and tranquil. Ah, except for one thing: My dressing gown kept falling off my propped up legs, My legs got cold and I had to move my arm to replace the gown over my legs. I wondered what Monks wear after a bath. Do they have a special robe ? They should have a robe made of toweling I decided.