Andy,
Ah church!...this reminded me of the time my mate Alec felt a mouse in the lining of his jacket in church (and thought the devil was `getting` at him.

And later passing the same devastated St Bridgids church (with fatalities) to traipse through the debris to the window-shattered St Josephs with it`s glass strewn floors for Sunday Mass.

Thinking of the probable fate of later German churches makes be ponder on the `all in togetherness` of this kind of stuff.

Your invisible symphonically balletic dance of the squeaky mice is fine piece of boyhood imagination (but how did Paddington get mixed up with the mice?)

And if you think Dickie Davies was cutting it fine m.o.t.d.
repeat is unearthly for us Saturday night missers.

Mind, the family Mass today was a bit of a happy clappy wake up and celebrate do. ?

(I like the way you`ve poetically `got` the furniture of the church)

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Original item by Andy Smyth