Church Can Be Fun.

This morning we had church, not a lot usually happens there, the most exciting thing is when someone falls asleep which isn't usually very exciting until they shout out or start snoring, that's funny. I guess church isn't meant to be funny though. We take Mr Neil from next door with us, I wouldn't mention this except today something happened. Because we bring him back with us and he is church warden or something like that which means he has to put everything back and see things are okay me and mum give him a hand, except today mum went off talking, come to think of it she goes off talking most weeks. Anyway I was putting the books back on the shelf and as I stood up and turned round Mr Neil was standing behind me with another pile. Now you get to know when a guy is paying attention to his job or whether he is focused on something else because there is this like delay, then suddenly he kicks in to gear. Normally I don't bother, you sort of expect it anyway but what with things happening in the trouser department with Sean and the stimulation of the extra fingering sessions because of this, and also because I'm in a devil mood at the moment, not good for church going I know. Anyway in a voice low enough for him to hear but no one else I asked, "did you like what you saw?", and quickly took the books he was holding and made an extra special effort at bending over to put them back on the shelf before standing to face him with a big smile on my face. So far he hadn't said a word and it didn't look like he was about to speak again anytime soon. He had the sort of look on his face that my dog has when he's watching you prepare his dinner. Like vacant with drool hanging from his mouth. I think he did like it but as there didn't seem to be any more books forth coming and didn't look like there would be for some time I cleared off to find mum who was chatting up the vicar by the war memorial. It was some time before Mr Neil came out of the church, I noticed his knuckles were white as his hand gripped his stick, walking stick that is. Goodness knows what he'd been doing all this time. There was of course nothing said about it on the way home and he seemed fully recovered from what had afflicted him in church, he just chattered away to mum about the new owners of the pub and how certain people seem to be taking over the village, I sat there wondering if to wear a skirt next week and if so how short would be proper for a church service?