Low Flying Dragon

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess,

It's a rubbish picture today, isn't it? Oh you don't have to be kind. I know. It's actually the ONLY picture I've taken today. Sometimes I forget.

I had a reasonable day today. Lemon told me about her night at the Sunday School play.

She'd seen it about 6 times already, through the rehearsals and dress rehearsals. "It got funnier every time," she told me.

It was the story of Saint Paul's conversion on the road to Damascus. Highlights included three angels who came down having a slap-fight, "I get to say the thing!" "No I get to say the thing!!" 

They immediately turned angelic when the teacher bollocked them.

Lemon said the whole thing got held up when Saint Paul missed his cue. He said he needed to go to the toilet, but then got distracted on his way back by a big lot of post-play cupcakes for the cast. He was dragged on stage, having eaten about half a dozen of them.

Another early Christian had to deliver his lines offstage because he had stage-fright, but wouldn't let anyone else do it for him. Then it was Lemon's Youngest's turn to sing a song.

"Flat as a pancake," she commented, sadly.

Lemon likes the church. She says it's good for her kids and helps promote a community spirit. 

"But you don't even BELIEVE IN JESUS," her kids complained when she was talking to the vicar.

"Sshhhhttt!" she said.

"You said! You said you don't believe in God or ANYTHING!!" they said, dobbing her in.

Apparently the vicar was very understanding despite her heathenish lack of belief.

That was the high point of a very quiet day. It wasn't bad by any means, but I just wrote documents and fielded questions. 

When I got home I tried Disenchantment which was okay. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with it, although it did contain a funny joke about an elf running under a man's kilt, followed by punching-bag noises.

I do love a punch in the swingers joke. I'm sophisticated like that.

S.