CHURCH

I'm having a sulk. I've just written an epic narrative about this picture and then everything disappeared.
Can't possibly regurgitate it, but it was all about how schooldays put me off church for life. We were herded along to the cathedral in a silent crocodile by a thin-lipped mistress, sat through mind-and-bum-numbing sermons, ogled distant choir boys and then sulked our way back to a lousy lunch.
Sundays were not fun days in those days.