Out of the mouths of babes . . .
When my son was little we went along to a Toddler's Service one Thursday morning
in the Parish Church. This was relatively new to us because we went to the Methodist
Chapel. My son was looking around at the carvings, stained glass and choir stalls with great
interest, and just in the moment when the vicar went quiet he announced nice and clearly, "We go to
the real church, don't we, Mum?'
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