Hymn

Have only just returned from a Carol Service. No. Really. With C1 and C2. Does it make sense now?

The sort of service where they sing songs for the Lord, seen as we’re mere weeks before the all important ho ho ho. It surprises people that before this evening I’d never been to any such service.

'O Christmas tree O Christmas tree how lovely are your branches' didn’t feature on the hymn sheet (Pah!)

It was excellent. My dream of appearing on 'Songs of Praise' has come close to realisation. And the Stollen, mince pies and mulled wine (not so sure), which followed were utterly festive and delicious.

Never before had I felt the need to clamp down on my wandering mind. Appreciating the songs in the house of the Lord and trying to prevent my eyes from going over the various delicious people that were there (okay, so I saw two, but then I stopped). It was a detox if you will. And the best bit is yet to come.

I signed up for a course in ‘Christianity exploration’. What on earth would Mary Immaculate think?
Mental note: must de slut (a tad) before the first session.

A separate issue,

A date tomorrow night with a teacher. Revealing too much too soon might prove a tad detrimental, although I will say, I’ve always had a fantasy of fucking in the stock cupboard, up against the sugar paper, lust amongst the prit-sticks. Thinking.