My Dear Friends
I am a subscriber to the Church Times. Over the years I have found that it tends to be characterised by a somewhat apologetic kind of humour, so you can read an article and end up not quite sure whether you were meant to take it seriously or not. Should I have laughed, or nodded sagely? Perhaps in that fine(?) Church of England tradition a middle way is meant: the reader is to chuckle quietly or smile, yet still feel that he or she has learnt something valuable.
So it was with an article some time ago entitled 'A Sunday service- how to survive'. It dealt with a wide range of problems, including being too hot (bring a bottle of water, and sit in the usually empty front row, where there'll be less body heat from other people!), noisy children (your own and others'), mobile phones going off (ditto), chatty neighbours, the distraction of flashing lights on the soles of trainers, and defects in the church sound system. I'll leave it to you to think about which of those apply, and in what measure, to Waltham St Lawrence…