This morning I attended Harvest Festival at St Cuthbert's Church with Father and Auntie Barb. Father found God after being released from the Earthworm Community and likes to share the Good News every Thursday morning during the Senior Citizen Speakeasy Session which is usually held in Mr Tomkinson's unheated conservatory. We brought along the following items to give to the local foodbank: one tin of Marrowfat peas, a Fray Bentos Steak and Ale pie plus a packet of Batchelor's Quik Rice - I can imagine that such fare will invoke quite a stampede.
Mrs Taylor-Burroughs was present. Mrs T-B was a great friend of my late Mother's and truly believes that she can commune with her via her 'spiritual guide' The Divine Davide. Apparently Mother's not a fan of Auntie Barb's cats and has invoked the spirit of our dearly departed moggie, Sir Humphrey, to attack the living felines. The Vicar, The Right Revd Keith MacDonald, PhD (Cantab) wasn't a fan of such heresy and has threatened to remove Mrs T-B's ecclesiastical privileges (she has her own calf-skin bound edition of the King James Bible) if she continues to speak ill of the dead.
Sigh - it's work tomorrow. My word, how much I hate working in the File Store. The extra commute doesn't help matters either.
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