I want to say, right off the bat, that I went in to pray - and I did pray, and the church was quite beautiful, so that was great. I didn't go in to play, but that ended up happening too.
Going into the church I was put into a playful mood at the door. 'Welcome to St Egelwin's' said the sign: not a saint I'm familiar with and, honestly, the name I'd expect a five year old to give a saint if we were making up a silly story. On the other side of the door, a scary notice informing everyone that the Bishop of Leicester is planning to group churches in the area: 'He calls it a MINSTER COMMUNITY, we call it a MONSTER COMMUNITY'. Which, I assume, is also the name of the monastery where the wild things are.
So when I found the workings of an old clock mounted on a frame in the chancel, without any explanation or, crucially, any sign saying I couldn't play with it, I knew what was required of me.
Apologies, Scalford. I loved your church and I did pray. But I was also a bit silly. And that was before I found the jigsaws and toys ...
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