Don't Be Fooled...

...it was, in fact, fecking fuh-REEZING outside today. 

Or maybe not. I suspect I have become acclimatised. It is possibly summery by Scottish standards. Perhaps my blood has thinned in this warm climate.

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess, today was just another Monday. But Lemon amused me by telling me about going to another Sunday School production.

As I have mentioned before, she is a total heathen. But she loves going to these things as they always sound like a hoot. "So many tantrums," she told me.

She said she could hear one particular child before he stepped onstage. "I - DON'T - WANT - TO - I - DON'T - WAAAAAAAAANT - TO!!!!"

In the end, he was shoved onstage and delivered the surliest speech Lemon said she had ever heard. "So GOD commanded..." he began sarcastically, as if God were a jumped-up little squirt for asking Noah to build an ark.

But apparently the actor got into it. "He had to be dragged off," Lemon said. "He was splayed all over the floor, hanging onto the scenery. He took some of it with him."

Of course, she was there to support one of her sons, who was doing some sort of Christian rap. "He's TERRIBLE," she told me. "He doesn't rap at all. He just says the words really fast. I sat there with my head in my hands. But of course I stood up and applauded when it was over."

I doubt that her son knows he is a great source of amusement to her. Mind you, I doubt Our Father knows either. She's going to The Bad Fire if he ever finds out.

Still, at least it will be warm. Brrrr.....

S.