Sunday 24 March 2019
In the corridor alongside the church hall, Claire runs up to Mrs Scalene and gives her a hug. (Surely this can’t be a greeting? Mrs Scalene must have brought Claire to church.) None of Mrs Scalene’s other grandchildren is at church today.
At the end of a row of trestle-tables is one lower and smaller than the others. Seated at the head of the little table is a boy about three years of age; a boy who is a contemporary of the first boy is seated at the far long side; at the near long side, with her back to me, is a girl probably approaching her second birthday, with her brunette hair arranged in very short side-bunches. All three children are quietly and patiently waiting for their lunch. “These chaps are very civilised,” I comment to a young mother who is standing nearby. She assures me that the children are not always so well-behaved. (No doubt they can, on occasions, fling their food all over the place.)
While we are eating our lunch, I make the point to Mr AV that there was no “status quo” option in the 2016 referendum on Brexit. Then four of us — including Mr AV and myself — discuss what the government should do now, so as to extricate itself from the Brexit impasse. We didn’t all vote the same way in the 2016 referendum, but today we take quite similar views on what is the best course of action.