I have decided that I really am quite rubbish at being a churchgoer. I seem to be unable to attend without something odd occuring.

The first week I cried lots over the choir and the children.

The second gave us the giggles over the matching vicar and table cloth.

The third saw me running out during the Lord's Prayer to be sick.

This week we found ourselves feeling very protective over our place in the church and I had to try desperately not to be a teacher. It was a 'Songs of Praise' service involving local school children as well as us regulars. Parents spent the whole service talking, failing to even attempt to keep small children quiet (having failed to provide them with anything to do - I mean come on, take a colouring book or something, it isnt rocket science!) and generally taking over the whole place as if they owned it. It was odd how possessive we felt about our space and our service and our church. Oh and it made me cry again, proper tears on cheeks cry.

One thing I noticed about the school involved... our children speak more clearly and sing with much more energy and enthusiasm. There are less of ours but they make twice the noise! Well done to our kids!