It's Good Friday, a day to be sombre before Easter Sunday jumps out at us in all its glory.
We're in the Enchanted Village hall, selling hot cross buns and coffee to raise fund for our jubilee celebrations in June. In come the church choir, fresh from a church service, processing slowly and with sadness on their faces.
It had to happen. We'd gotten away with it for far too long.
Thieves have just stripped the lead off the church roof.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x
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