Can’t go when the young choir are singing. (Seemed a bit rude/disparaging and didn’t want to put them off).
This was some sort of crazy remix (possibly to catch atheists out). I immediately stopped singing and took up a respectful silence, a bit like Corbyn did here, only I looked even more respectful ✊
They ignored it.
I had to make my way down my row, along the central aisle, down the other row, kneel between them and fish blindly for the phone, using only the sound of Tyler and Shelby’s war cries as guidance.
We left. Out into the cool welcoming rain. As we stood in the arch of the grand door, composing ourselves, my wife looked into her purse, then at me, then back to her purse.