Sunday Sunday

Sunday was my day.

Newly confirmed, I needed to commit my union with the Lord at evensong. The church was packed. The locum vicar was a big draw. Good looking, charismatic and full of good humour his sermons lifted the roof in their joyousness. God must be wonderful.

I was seated on the back row observing the near evangelical congregation. It was the forerunner of a Buddy Holly concert but the village housewives stopped short of throwing their knickers at the altar.

My eye caught sight of the lovely campanologist. My heart shouted:
“ I want to hold your hand”.