Ah, noughts and crosses!
And so the game began.
The priest droned on.
We had another carol, which was a blessed relief, and then we went back to the game.
Whilst the organ was blaring, we did not hear the soft squeak of the wooden doors 20 yards behind us, nor the quiet footsteps of a nun who had just entered.
We were all more interested in the game.
Suddenly, a hand landed firmly on Trish’s and my shoulders simultaneously.
Our heads shot around, as did Mary who was sitting between us, to see the nun glaring through her small glasses with a look that made ice run through our veins.
“How dare you!” was all she said at first.
“We will deal with this after the service.