Something else I really like, and something the good father/bishop elect and I have in common: when he went to see his future residence, he made sure to check out the garage:
He said he’s already visited his new residence, and was happy to see that it has a two-car garage – just large enough to fit his woodworking workshop.
Imagine sharing a workshop with the man? I would have tone down my reactions when I smash my thumb with a hammer or get another stitch worthy cut on my hand. Also, addressing him: "Many pardons, your Grace, may I use the jointer now?"
""With my blessing, my son."