SaturdayRecent reports have suggested that the traditional nativity play is under threat, so it is with some trepidation that I arrive at the village school this evening.
Fortunately, my fears prove unfounded and all the familiar elements are there: the carols, the shepherds wearing tea towels on their heads, the wise men with their gifts wrapped in bright foil and the lecture of the benefits of site value rating when there turns out to be no room at the inn.
Even the Revd Hughes keeps his heckling to a minimum.
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